Tuche & Automaton

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

My Pastime

You’re slipping

Fading from the

Lips of my love

You were close

So close to synergy

Close to oblivion

Sweet sticky sweat

Tasting of salt and

Warm anticipation

Sinful, beautiful devil

Taunting, teasing

My cat into heat

Your wicked gaze

Split my tail

Whimpering still

Mischievous withering

Where has my

Pleasure gone?


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