If only the swelling of our genitals followed the swelling of our spirit and mind.
Our melded bodies of flesh tangled together as morbid branches of putrid beauty. If only the linking of our bodies coincided with the intertwining of our essence. We suckle upon each other to fill ourselves with the nectar we are craving. But afterwards we are left famished with our body asking: "What is love anyways?"
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Love it! Its amazing
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