On a cold evening growing dark
taking out her gifts, gazing
deep at their wonders,
drawing from them, igniting
a fire in flesh and mind,
flesh and mind rising
and growing warm, yet
what the flesh and what the mind
truly yearn is not to bask
in the blaze of desire
but to burn of lust in her fire.
05.10.2025
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