Joy toy,

to Holly

To you I sing, 
this tune embraces. 
Your darken places, 
deep delightful. 
Moment of touch, 
both mouths kiss. 
Your moon month disclosed. 
Wet of white, 
dust for lust. 
I reach your deep, 
crevasse steep; 
but sweet your taste 
of lovers haste. 
We scream of joy 
both found our toy, 
we must deploy. 
Through the torn, 
in blood newborn.

Vince
01–02–2017

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