"Nigh"
I am thinking deep things,
opening my featherless wings.
I am preying upon deepest notions,
carried by surreal potions.
Wanton and wandering like a souless glance,
shadows and halls and hands filled with glass.
ranting and raving and ravaging that tight ass
luscious sight, inexplicable, fine lass.
rumor against my thigh
hair pulled tightly and back up high
I am undone,
and I feel you like none
cannot defame
wouldn't rename
will surely untame
total lack of shame
heat in the mouth
rising up to go south.
Open crevice,
Love on a precipice.
Heat inhaled,
lust impaled.
Heaving sigh,
the climax is nigh.
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