I hear the tappings from within.
Wherein resides cerise streams,
richly cleansed and made ready
Insistent pulsing against smooth flesh
from an S O S demanding transcription
Who am I to ignore the insistence of this call ?
The beckoning comes with permission
granted through the centuries
Does he know how his body betrays?
How the sweet flow invites one such as me?
How could he, when all he feels is
the contracting and expanding of his need?
When he looks at me, all he sees is the
mirror of his lust, there, within my eyes
He will culminate his pleasure
without even knowing...
that the ending will be his
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