Tuesday, 28 February 2012

He enters him

His hand reaches round to kiss his stomach

Earnestly with great desire

He probes him, he explores him.

Turning they kiss and their mouths

Are a fusion of petals and stars

How can this be this passion this beauty

Such longing such gladness such love such hope

He holds his hair

And fucks him like there's no tomorrow

He comes with the spray of a thousand suns

They come upon each other in Caresses

And Turnings and Shouts

How can this Be Such beauty Such Longing

Blessed Be

- And so it is -

Blessed Be

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