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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