divided

my lips,
pressed tenderly by your lips,
have generated in a flash
each of our conical junctions

unimpeded,
desire was expressing itself,
flaring me with its absolute,
making you leak inside me

the moans,
with slippery, divided tones
were never missing, —
have fulfilled our music-sheet

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