It's a strange eroticism when it's in their spirits
like swimming through
a thousand little fishes which can then turn
into piranhas instead -
But you like the sharps too -
because it's necessary.
It was really the best
masturbation I ever had;
it was so soft, so gentle
so elegant, so hard:
They flushed over me; like the most sensual -´
under me like the most
unusual and through us and eachother - it was
a very beautifull moan
for it was in the emotions
of Holines instead.
Then it comes out of
the dreams of it and
into reality it sips,
certain memories.
The real question is, would you do it if there
was no escape from it -
As a man or a woman - there's details to it,
feelings and suddenly
you have to trust them
so intimately first.
Was that before or
was it after - were? -
was the sacred space
in the one way -
It's so often forgot for especially men - we
do our best to impress,
we give birth in our own ways; Here's mine.
but - it's not wanted,
because we became objects
in the shopping spree.
But you can't buy it
with all those things
which weren't told,
like a dress in a closet.
How traumatizing it is to suspect it - ;
there's that fleeting
deep blue lit flame in it and we give up
you try to force creation but
it falls apart at the seams.
for It strangles instead
of our entanglements
It was really the best
masturbation I ever had;
it was so soft, so gentle
so elegant, so hard:
- - -';- - -
Do you come tonight and take me
like a woman - like a
it's my Rembrandt in words of you:
I remember you too - ?
But it's yours, I am yours
the door is unlocked:
I made you a Remembrance
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