my woman, my friend

it's almost midnight…
delight me with your moon,
with your mouth, with your hand,
then rolls me within you…
hide me in the hue of your shadows
to feel the tip of your tongue
wandering through me
as after, to fall into the void,
till the ground, then up to the "Do♭♭",
making me for making you start
to hum, my woman, my friend


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