Comingle A shadowy face, caked in mud, with a shining tongue - TopicsExpress



          

Comingle A shadowy face, caked in mud, with a shining tongue lolling out, a heart pocked with a hundred arrow holes, pumping its sweet red drink through a body not yet returned to the grave. Where are you Death, my ancient friend, lover to all who dance, sip honey, vanish. Why lurk in the dark—can we not couple in the daylight of Mother Earth dreams? Let your blackened lips suck my gold tits Until you and I merge into one beloved.
Posted on: Thu, 26 Sep 2013 18:40:12 +0000

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