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You Shall be my Dream-Delights
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There shall be no come-down in the Flesh in *seduction is a quivering-sounds like a Horror or, the better parts of your bucket-full of pissing-away The Stars. Now reaching down, to a visual-you & how your Face now blurs-you:
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Not because of it, but because it’s “IT”.
“Begging not because you “like it” been-a-begging because that’s all you-is”
& now ya begging sa’more—
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While in use, The Body is an Abuse getting rightfully used-up
Which is a subtle abandonment of what you actually need won’t be-freed
Something here doesn’t want to Budge until I harden my dick-surging UP
Which is how we began approaching those heavy-strokes, over-again over your Face: bluer than usual
The touching-now is The Body that responds to what moves in-it is-you
& You Is:
1. The Consulate
2. The groans-pulled
3. The digging-dick OR busy-body
4. The GO-FILM
5. The before all goes: stiff-stiff
We truly find, every Barrier fucking-disgusting
Now fucking pig-me till I just Song a-slut-just singing as in “Sing for me & alone-me now”
Your Interior is sludged-out & replaced with thy stucking-chords & we awake now
Which was Suspect, which was an accumulation of Years & all their accompanying strains-we begin to thrust as slow-rolling as the worlds-disgust
& now we’re just drying the bones daily, deary
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Still blue-you in the Face, working over-them-working them Eyes till Body just puddling a poor-puddle on the Floor
& this begins to ruin to a rot to a “we’re settling-in to this quite fine”
& as your Body is moved to a mowing-over, so are your Dreams
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Fleshy-lubricants, meat-scraping, head-tilting & wiping your hands now on lips
Swallowing-bone butcher-buckets into thick-hips
Sighs of The Body held at the top of the thighs
Flesh-wrinkled between tear of hands-tear
Heat-boils over sweat of some-soup
Tongue-flung out of mouth-sung
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Following each movement of The Head: a Garden for-grabbing
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Pink skin, then sliding-through to Belly boy-fuck-all-need the night-be sucking-sweat from Ear thrust-thighs caught in both hands-burned filled with the arm-pulling The Body down-pulling the way we tossed open-spreading & now back-rising my presence of palm-presses The Body back to the drowning face-drowns in thighs-sigh this:
Where to-be was so never so to-be violated to world-all tight & found-form, agonizing.
She, let-my while shifting-thing in head-shaft
Having, hardened, rhythmically, Hell
In this spot-kissed on cunt-across, suddenly her hand-supposed.
Underside, fingers, drapes, parting-fucking this sound-stretched over the ears
Tightness & trying to closing-on flesh-rockingraw
Licked-up spit-up the cupped lip-stuck
agonizing, then finally in yourself-in
rhythmically again-in this:
