I echo your curves,
fluids push into every corner.
You hold,
your stance, immaculate.
I am cocooned in your harmony,
your stability.
You flatter me.
I fill you with the highest of energy,
we revel in our chambers of combustion.
We are not fossils yet.
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Author:
Yorke (
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Comments1
Una sutil y sensual toque en su escritura 😉
Thank you for reading, thank you for your kind reply😉
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