From Your Secret Admirer to You
I love the discussions we have in the wake of having intercourse — obviously it's simply me, making
I love the discussions we have
in the wake of having intercourse — obviously it's simply me, making
love to myself, conversing with you,
cherishing you — however I don't actually
know you, so I surmise not cherishing you —
hankering the fantasy about knowing you.
"When can I shout with you?!"
I groan. "I'm shouting, I'm shouting," I groan, very
calm. Subsequently, taking in
the aroma on my fingers, I let you know that
I love the smell with a delicate love, it is so
sweet, so nectar, as I've cherished with areas of strength for a
love the smell of semen, with those
working creatures in it,
those snapping undulating tails! I need
to go with you
some place I have not
been — and simply lie, in a bed
for quite a long time, now and then eat, some of the time
swim, I am so worn out on not checking you out,
I need to look at you with a day-long
look. The obstructions down! The entryways off their
pivots! After endlessly coming,
as though with you, I miss you more.
I need you hour and hour in my line of
sight, I need to sing with you to
hit the dance floor with you and lay down with you in the
still (sho dote'n shoby doe) of the nii-iiight
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L.Soufiane
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Comments (1)
Beautiful and painful