The Nights are wild with perversities.
We watch in amusement, enjoying ourselves
until the capricious Owls fly home,
and we, we are left alone
to traverse secrets, and self-condemnation.
You've penetrated me, through my skin.
The connection, your caress,
it lingers, nourishing
these feelings, this sediment;
you have captured me effortlessly.
Solidity, I felt you
grazing against my surfaces,
pulling me towards your efforts.
I, reverting my eyes in denial,
left my body warming against you.
















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