sat under starlight where we lay our restless stirring beneath the hay moon to sun and night to day hidden till the mornings rays
faintest whispers breath untold he is the night of nights where inhibitions are lost to the carnal inferno
burning the hay around us, sweat the only thing keeping us from burning up
perverted, twisted pleasurable contortion of the soul and the jaw
the air fills with the sounds of joy, two souls becoming one
la petite mort
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A newfound piece of light
Poetryi finally found love again, ♥ and ive never felt better in my life
