you are the one
i am lit for.
Come with your rod
that twists
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It is appalling if not laughable to hear the tinny mechanical voice read such a lovely, sensuous poem. It needs a human voice- better for you to have just played a cello.
We burn ourselves up- no one makes us. We choose our dark Moses, we are drawn by our own needs. That is both the strength and the weakness of our human nature.
A direct plea to be sexually satisfied. Bush burning and not consumed. Wow. Awesome. Sexual intercourse is not completed.