Jack-in-the-Box**The first delight is anticipationReading the hardened moulded formThe fired earth of human clayImagining what your prize will be*Chaliced hands of eagernessHeart ready for the grand surpriseYou release the tight elastic bondsTo let your

Jack-in-the-Box**The first delight is anticipationReading the hardened moulded formThe fired earth of human clayImagining what your prize will be*Chaliced hands of eagernessHeart ready for the grand surpriseYou release the tight elastic bondsTo let your

Your Body (I) * * Yours Is The Oxymoron Bodythe Pliant Firmness Of Your Buttocksthe Yielding Demands Of Your Handsthe Soft Resistance Of Your Breaststhe Cool Fire Of Your Thighsthe Fierce Surrender Of Your Kissesa Bewildering Enticementto Be Plundered,

Your Body (Ii) * * All The Places I Would Like To Kiss:clavicle And Anklesacrum, A Small Bite On Your Philtrummillipeding Up The Left Inner Thighthe Warm Space Beneath Your Breastsinside Both Elbows And Behind Both Kneesreverently On The Eyes, Playfully

Even In The Quiet Slow Moments Of Your Absence You Occupy Me A Constant Pressing Presence In The Vacuum Of My Mind ~Arjay Eiff

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I Want You Simply And The Ordinary Sex Of Sunday Morning No Long Sweaty Marathons But Drowsy Consummation ~Arjay Eiff Pandorasboxofpotionsss: All Day And All Night My Desire For You Unwinds Like A Poisonous Snake. ― Samar Sen

The Rule Of Courtesy - How To Enter A Temple Or Forest, How To Touch A Master&Amp;Rsquo;S Feet Before Lesson Or Performance ~Michael Ondaatje (Buried 2 Iv)

The Three Folds On Their Stomachs Considered A Sign Of Beauty ~ Michael Ondaatje (From The Nine Sentiments Vii)

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Launch Me From The Sharp Escarpmentthis Precipice Of Pleasure, Painlet My Brain Gorge On Intoxicantsbinding Flesh And Blood And Sinew, Synapseuntil Burned And Pricked And Piercedfearsome, Mad With Stimulationan Arc Of Fire To Test The Chainsi Howl Out

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Sense One Not For The Heat That Radiates In Pulsing Waves An Inch Over Your Buttock Flesh Nor The The Way The Colours Run In Rainbows Pink To Red To Purple Weals It Is Not For The Metal Tang Of Skin And Blood When I Wet The Tired Leather Or The Symphony

An Old Fritz Willis For All The Artists Out There

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