waking up with the caress of the wind,
the delight touch of the sun on my lips,
i can still smell the perfume of their absent bodies.
my mind fill with gracious filth,
how poetic was last night...
possessed with fervour passion,
while i could taste his lover,
the sinister love of it all,
still running throught my veins!
i can still feel the warm of their tongues,
running along my flesh,
in the most forbidden manner,
from the most forbidden love!


Author's Notes/Comments: 

this one is for Vincent Michaud...hehehe...j`espere que tu aimeras...

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