My lips pontificate
as you hold my hands;
gently conjoining fingers,
we mutate languages.
It's a patient violation.
A metamorphose affliction -
I worship your expanse
inhabiting my pleural cavity,
you sate my desires.
I crave your intrustion.
My lips pontificate
as you hold my hands;
gently conjoining fingers,
we mutate languages.
It's a patient violation.
A metamorphose affliction -
I worship your expanse
inhabiting my pleural cavity,
you sate my desires.
I crave your intrustion.
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