Saturday, December 10, 2011

Poems Against A.R.B.iH.

Irregular but gentle pressure on the erogenous zone combined with soft kissing to other regions provides an experience similar teeth massaging nipples.

Your scent is intoxicating, your touch a representation more entwined than lattice atoms. I know your feelings simulate using experience - lets make abstractions.

Dieties fail but totems succeed in escorting status. Housed en corpus, I pause to persevere, slowing considering what I wish.

This pause doesn't stop sex unless there's an alarm. It does, however, modulate where my hands go and on good days when I exert myself.

Until I get back in shape, my adrenaline is more important than my antidiuretic hormone: anticoagulated exertion informs me we shouldn't get oldies' hearts pumping if they communicate aversion - their brains developed a lifetime.

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