~Before We Fuck~

Their cool night air,
attraction there,
lust dances invisible,
a gyrating pulse,
of ever decreasing circles,
inward, inward,
the dancer steps,
drawing slowly closer,
to the lover’s languid dreams,
a shaman swinging censors soars,
in mind whispering,
heady, honeyed vapours,
as spells seep deep in vein,
soul blood infected,
thought rejected,
now impulse,
is your sultry God...





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