I can live off your smile;
everything of death, departure and loss subsides with the very sight-
-send your hands astray across my body,
deep-throat my shaft until my mushroom-head tickles your tonsils,
revolve around the tip as the moon does this great planet-
-sex is the connect that disconnects us from
the daze of being hostages to this world;
If we are to be captive, let us be captive in the
mist of our entangled beings, lost forever to this primitive
form of coexistence,
that is sex-
Dontrell Lovet't
-from [Labial Laughs]
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