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every drop of spit is another baptism

By aiwaz

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sometimes she bites me long deep slashes blossom my lip but i dont mind she licks my wounds clean and we undress sometimes i bruise her purple handprints from my frantic grip but she dont mind i lick her wounds clean and we undress up and down we go painfully further in but always a little more true as anything less would be a sin and if it were any other way would we have come so far because without even the slyest of winks we have found each others cups in the dark and filled them to the brinks i dont mind she ll be back here tonight and we will wind like rope you im afraid, poor suffering reader will read more peach syrop love poems and i will write them with a little more hope if only not to bruise her but she dont mind she comes back here everytime and i tell her i wouldnt have it any other way ma cheri i dont mind at all everything is as it is meant to be... Written February 25th, 2002 © on Feb 25 2002 10:07 AM PST   0 • 8

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