The Thought-Fux Poem by lucas shakespere
The Thought-Fux
Rising in my hand, your Delta, an
Impression of heat on my fingers,
your
Mouth warm and hard, we met just
A moment ago but the chemistry
Is animal, I undress you, we
undress
Each other and the chemical
coupling
Begins, of lust, foreplay, hesitation;
the
Stink of skin and the fox is in,
the page is printed.
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4/20/2024 10:06:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Often it happens, just as your poem describes. Very lusty work! not to be confused with love though. No matter what it leads to or not, it is the essence of life itself and should be valued as high as any of lifes gifts. 10 from wishing you a merry christmas Tai