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Memory of you
The memory of me...
it is memorized by you,
educated into your fingertips,
as you learn my body like braille,
your memory of my every curve,
my every pore,
now in does never fail.
The memory of me...
it seeps into your fingers,
so that when you scribe the words of love to yourself at night,
and you lick you fingers to turn the page of our erotics,
you taste the flavor my memory of words upon your soul,
an autoeroticism of words that digs into your heart.
You memorize me,
you inspect my every memory,
as my erection becomes your exclamation point,
and our mutual orgasms become a period,
and you swallow every single drop of the ink of me,
the exploding fount of my loves fountain,
as into the ink well of my erotics for you,
you sink.
Touch my soul with your memorization of me,
make my soul yearn to touch your heart,
make the universe yearn to touch our hearts together,
make me smile that secret smile,
that is meant for only you.
...and as you memorize me,
I surrender my form to your illicit orders,
my body and soul grow complicit to demands that make them moan,
to orders that make them groan,
and my body,
it grows fevered with following the extremeties of orders that go beyond normal mores,
and you order me to lick you up and down,
to taste your desire for me,
and my soul grows to touch your lips,
my heart grows know your urge,
for me to kiss you wherever you wish,
Make me remember you for forever and a day,
as you sweetly invert the male and female aspects of we,
as I beg for you to memorize my body with your hands,
at roughshod and quickened pace,
at the pace of your pleasure,
the pace of your desires space,
blooming inside of me.
Your pleasure is my pleasure,
and I wish for my pleasure to be worthy of yours,
as you search for the mystery of loves memory in my eyes,
constantly shifting like a mirage in the desert;
make this mirage of my inkwell of erotics a reality with your enticing orders,
assert control entire over this body that now burns with my desire for you,
exercise the expertise of your fingertips unto me,
make me explode with a memory of you,
an explosion only this manly body can produce,
and the memory of you in my own fingertips,
it shall reside forevermore.
I want,
I yearn,
I beg
...for a forever memory of you upon my body and soul.
it is memorized by you,
educated into your fingertips,
as you learn my body like braille,
your memory of my every curve,
my every pore,
now in does never fail.
The memory of me...
it seeps into your fingers,
so that when you scribe the words of love to yourself at night,
and you lick you fingers to turn the page of our erotics,
you taste the flavor my memory of words upon your soul,
an autoeroticism of words that digs into your heart.
You memorize me,
you inspect my every memory,
as my erection becomes your exclamation point,
and our mutual orgasms become a period,
and you swallow every single drop of the ink of me,
the exploding fount of my loves fountain,
as into the ink well of my erotics for you,
you sink.
Touch my soul with your memorization of me,
make my soul yearn to touch your heart,
make the universe yearn to touch our hearts together,
make me smile that secret smile,
that is meant for only you.
...and as you memorize me,
I surrender my form to your illicit orders,
my body and soul grow complicit to demands that make them moan,
to orders that make them groan,
and my body,
it grows fevered with following the extremeties of orders that go beyond normal mores,
and you order me to lick you up and down,
to taste your desire for me,
and my soul grows to touch your lips,
my heart grows know your urge,
for me to kiss you wherever you wish,
Make me remember you for forever and a day,
as you sweetly invert the male and female aspects of we,
as I beg for you to memorize my body with your hands,
at roughshod and quickened pace,
at the pace of your pleasure,
the pace of your desires space,
blooming inside of me.
Your pleasure is my pleasure,
and I wish for my pleasure to be worthy of yours,
as you search for the mystery of loves memory in my eyes,
constantly shifting like a mirage in the desert;
make this mirage of my inkwell of erotics a reality with your enticing orders,
assert control entire over this body that now burns with my desire for you,
exercise the expertise of your fingertips unto me,
make me explode with a memory of you,
an explosion only this manly body can produce,
and the memory of you in my own fingertips,
it shall reside forevermore.
I want,
I yearn,
I beg
...for a forever memory of you upon my body and soul.
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