Your velvet dress,
created to tare off.
Our bodies mingling together,
it’s raining, nasty weather.
But our bodies hold us warm,
we cause no harm.
A little bit of loving,
what’s wrong with that.
The shaft shoving,
not wanting that, you are a twat.
Insecurity has no place here,
fuck me on the spot near,
the fireplace combusting.
So confusing,
this merging of the bodies,
something of the holy’s
divine touch.

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