Grand IndecencyA Poem by PeteFire is the most tolerable third party. - Thoreaudogs in heat souls comingled in sweat of nighttongues dancing a twisting tango
fingers of ecstasy tracing body's wanting, pounding flesh up, down, sideways and every which way as want never ends with ever more moans to say time no longer a dimension synchronized breaths pant and boogey rubbing blurred lines of flesh's fantasy as footnotes in essence's passage of surrender stacking pleasure like cordwood of desire in a forever locked diary of pure, animalistic fire © 2024 PeteAuthor's Note
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