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Flesh

A bird, a bug, a something flying in the air, And I’m spinning, unwrapping this present, You touch me, and I feel spools of yellow and periwinkle blossoming inside, My organs are gone and all I have is sex, Displacement … Continue reading

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What I Want

You are making wings on my back, The spread of the sound of the force so hard, And I can’t really think at all, I love my flesh being molded by you, Then the whole of you laying on me, … Continue reading

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