I do not know which.
The way his mouth consults the oracle. Searching for truth. Or validation. Or invisibility.
I do not know which.
Disappear in me. Love my slippery. Come on, loose yourSelf in me.
I can receive you forever and I so savour the way you give.
Be specific.
I am sensitive.
I can feel what it is you are thinking.
So loose yourSelf in me. Your entire face is whet.
Behind the veil, behind the veil, behind the veil.
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