Journey to Your Deepest Self


  Her wild, velvet need isĀ  a smile, like a naked question Her deep, feline dance makes his fever flower open; wakes the secret prisoner celebrating the delicious lie of cool, liquid why on why. Shake off the question or surround vast eternity like a woman pulling and sucking. Give God some of your lip. Laugh icily, growl, crap, kiss, bleed. The yesterday-you is over Eat cake and pie then listen: Warm, caramel trust can squirm in here. Embrace this blind child Say yes to her desire, perfuming the morning with your ocean voice and...
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