I
that your love
clings
my bark
trembles
my heart
accelerates
with your smell
female
to feel your closeness
skinned Your
contrasting with mine
the rough texture of my hands
moving in yours
lush and tender
to your chest warm
my desire rises
my blood
my sap boils
arising
as volcano
captive in my veins
if the edge of your mouth write
on my skin
a T WANT E
many times
as you give me kisses
with fire!
Gabriel Cordears
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