Naked Poetry

I kiss your neck and rub your thighs

Whispering myths or convincing lies

Lust becomes my god and your lord

Both in whom we’ve believed every word

My third leg stands and your third hole leaks

Together we give in to mountain’s holy peaks

Breathing heavily as you tremble and shake

Our salvation grieves at the love we make


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