desire grows
body burns
pulse pulsates
blood fervours
the soup that
in me is shaped
still needs to be topped
can I ask you about your salt
let me of your juices taste
let me you sap
fill you with my body’s soup
my body’s heat
I shall do what I can
to give you your life’s taste sensation
a gastronomical ecstasy
of æternal flavour
~
= Erotica
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