wolf

my blood is like a flood of honey

where he, with longing, takes a swim,

lustfully, until wolf down my elixir

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those waggish twins monsters,

seductive poetized by his tongue's tip,

reveal my oh-so-pleasing refrains

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my body, chiming the atmosphere,

elucidates his heartbeats' contour, —

driving him crazy makes me happy

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compressed in the walls' intimacy,

my being in his sighs, feels oxygenated,

burgeons miraculously in time's spell