Time. Irrelevant.
Conventions. Irreverent.
A perfect longing,
Slow and steady belonging
To a world one cannot place.
Occult creations,
Reincarnating reflections,
Sweetly coveting passion.
Succubus in plain sight.
Steadily arousing genitalia
Mirrors of moisture,
Soaking through layers
Of existence.
Back up against the wall.
Bearing all.
!Gasp!
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Letters For My Lovers 
Beautiful straight to the point against a wall poetry. Lilith, Marquis De Assad would be so proud of your last two threads. Well done. 😘
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Now that is a compliment if I’ve ever read one. Thank you so much Jeffrey. 😘💕
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Damn auto correct. ‘Marquis de Sade’ would be so proud.
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