Without love
transfixed by vacuum
would be a stone
cold hand of land
without embroidery and wind prayer
loveless
would wave drifting
that escapes the storm
heavy rope
which twists the meat
chill of pleasure
between the breasts
turgid chord
knots and embroidery
tune movements
rate of orgasm
foot glass
touch nipples hot
fierce desire
to hear from you lick
wait among the branches
ties of raw hemp plant
sting on her breasts
clinging to enjoy my
a scream
not to freeze the pleasure
continues to make you feel
between folds of flesh
ropes and mad with rage
continues to look
between hands crossed
shoulders bent
breasts burning
call
heave
await your lips
suck
lick
bite
to die like this.
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