shall i do it again?
shall we do it again?
i have done it once,
twice, thrice and
nice, shall we do it again
just for once?
shall i let you do again
what i did to you
from the beginning?
not singing with a microphone
kneeling without the veil
reading poetry in the dark
moaning in the middle of
joys not everlasting.
shall we be matches
burning our souls
in lusting flames?
shall we? shall we?
now, now, now
while she is there
entangled in her own
dreams.
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