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my type of man has a thick happy trail and an even thicker cock amen
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feeling the weight of his thighs/body while he fucks me in mating press could solve one of my problems
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Takato Yamamoto: "Sacred Emergence" (2013)
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You are making me uneasy you make me want to scream I wish I was a dumb pop star so the words wouldn't matter to you...
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Consume me, take me in, tear me to pieces, and eat the parts you like most. Rich metallic sinewy flesh between your teeth filling your mouth and coating your tongue. Swallow me whole show me your devotion.
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Our mouths meet, shared warmth grows There's a tongue between my lips Our bodies intertwine in fervent embrace Exchanging saliva I can taste another human I savor the essence of another soul, But it isn't considered cannibalism For I do not consume but merely taste A salacious mixture combining love and lust But is there really a difference?
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In the tender, unearthly magic of Spring, Desires stir, like the wind's whispering. Nature's rhythm pulses, a sirens call, awakening passions, deep and raw. Beneath the blossoms, on soft earth's bed, lovers entwine, their hunger fed. In the gentle sway of branches above, they lose themselves in ardent love. With every touch, every breath, they ignite, In the symphony of senses, they take flight. Bodies merge, in a Lascivious dance, lost in the spell of a passionate trance. In Spring's embrace, they find release, a union of souls, a moment of peace. The tender, unearthly magic, a guide, as they surrender to passion's tide.
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Breathe in the stained light, see it as a savior, piercing the shadows. Gospel for the yearning, classical for the ache a symphony of longing etched inside a single panel of glass.
#poetry#corruption#church#religious imagery#aesthetic#stained glass#poem#dark aesthetic#catholiscism
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Missing the warm sun on my skin rn 𖤓
Fields hum low, their green whispers cradling the air, trees stand sentinel, watching over the silence. Here, time unravels, soft and unhurried, and the sky shapes itself into quiet infinity.
#summer#aesthetic#country#farmcore#road trip#naturecore#landscape#americana#small town america#midwest#poem
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I never walk about after dark. It's my point of view 'Cause someone could break your neck.
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