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How To Become A Vessel For Your Pleasure And Pain
A Poem
I want to become a vessel for your pain
slide it between pink gums and pulse
how your hands crawl up legs
a canopy of silk for you to undress.
Feel the heat of me nothing compared
to the bonfire of your body.
I want to be burned alive
and reborn inside the cauldron
of your love, how it mates
sweet with heat on tongue.
Capsaicin lover how we become
the backflow of spice in climax throats.
I want to be born from your
sex propagation where you cut me
at the node and ask me to grow
through the vicious ascension
of our love. Even when you memorize
every corner of my body still make
new territories to set ablaze
think of me, the forest only bearing
seeds until I become ashen
from fire of your passion
hold my head and feed me
edible delights of your sugarcane mouth
