I want to steeple my way into you
parting your thighs as if the red sea
lay my head down
my nose sunken into your groin
the sweet miasma of primeval littoral sands
overpopulated by crabshells and
skeletons of fish and mermaids
from unknown seacountries of yore
and the hot tide coming from deep inside you
wetting my thumbs and you know the best
I'll lick them I promise I'll lick them
twice and once more
but first I want to steeple my way into you
and seek exile in your wombstone
and forget about all the rest
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