tell _ Mon dieu _anagrammatical

tell the only tale of our love
over the red night your body lights _____near our climbing vine
yearns by day my lust then yours ________

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hungry over the years day and night
over the decals suck lips up smooching on mine
langour of your sigh be your body mine
listed in your breasts your hands hugger me
and before this treatise of desire distance
nicely you pull me breast to my mouth
decades of wanted me you a weak memory
emergency love it's yours it's ours now
ringing around the waist of your


bye and bye belong to you and me a secret to usinside our needle spoon thread
after the flood of your lips and mine _


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A Poem is not a Body

A Poem is not a body



NotEVeeen Yours


but its for you so still __