Simply tryst in me, and that what i bring to you is legitimate
and good; … soft midnight caresses. corruptive eyes and mind.
filthy naughty lips that taste of September evenings of your
Seventeenth year…. Inclusion.

Then rage!
Rage into those floral elongated shadows of every next coming
morning,
as you swallow, with my finger tip still lingering in your mouth…
this little nondescript ideology in a capsule.

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