Sleep Sheets Bed Sex Feet Erotism In Love Toes
Sleep Sheets Bed Sex Feet Erotism In Love Toes

There is more dolphin, in our love making,
More snout, fin-palms and rising from the tail,
More happy noises, than what a child makes, with, 
Fist pumps, and sloppy drooling sounds
From her tiny little mouth. So in a
A short symphonic piece I stood, knowing what I felt
Could only be explained by feuding flesh,
In a language that was clumsily thrown out,
And yet filling my lungs with song,
Coming out like a swift hurricane.
Still one word stood beyond dyslexia,
Like a crisp syllable that stood at saturation point,
And lost herself to her reverberating echo,
And in that defining moment, I realized,
That churches were not the only location,
For hymns of exultation. There too were
Wind-piercing instruments
Carved into bone, that too, could
Sing aloud of a supreme god, while
Feeling every inch, like one.

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