
I could swear he has four hands, and at least a few mouths
as I lose track of
which part of him touches
which part of me.
Blending together, sensations shape baselines;
symphonic waves to wash away
any trace of guilt
and inhibition.

I could swear he has four hands, and at least a few mouths
as I lose track of
which part of him touches
which part of me.
Blending together, sensations shape baselines;
symphonic waves to wash away
any trace of guilt
and inhibition.

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