Originally posted on Slake/fiend.:
The budding brashness unfolds in late spring sunshine it thrums with harsh potential. Silken legs of soft-skinned women are thorned arrows thudding in my gut. I am discipline and restraint I am patience and virtue I am a rising tide of lusting longing yet lavishing this second springtime in liberty…

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Eyes sightless, Words spotless, I have been hallucinating, For your presence always. Cold smacked your nudge, Your ageing presence, Resides besides me. The vehemence aside me, Your hallucinated poltergeist gets. Maybe I’m meshuga, Maybe I’m not, But it’s all about, How vigorously we have got across. Baby intimacy has left, But the love stands inert, […]

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