Stinging Flesh
The Smell of a flower so fresh and potent
Taste of virgin now become of bloom
Feel alive so tenderly touched upon
Gates of fire cinder my thoughts of temptation
A las heaven strikes my body and soul, I smile
His physique piled of smooth stone as of culture
To the dawn we awake to the sun
Hunting for feelings but my body won’t surrender
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