electrified

your lips pressing lightly my lips, —
a fine pamper in the liquid condition,
wildish and sweetly, — like honey

your touches drip rain on my body
to purify it with an electrified solution
of your natural tonic, fire full of art

your thought plunging in my thought,
it's writing to me, frankly, all your love,
not to be read, but to meet us again


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lovely

you can't run

good for me

face à face

tighten up

satisfaction guaranteed

tell me something beautiful, she said, — (∂ + m) ψ

give me a reason

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