she exposed my bone and my flesh,
with muscles and fibre
and my blood and my spit
that she licked from my lips
revealing that which matters most
is not that silly little soul,
that indelible, invisible substance
that gets transposed
to that unknown place and person
from which it came
but my cock in erection and nipples,
both without bone
but in that state of arousal
that she sucked and squeezed
while she pushed mine into her depth
and her flesh into my mouth
proclaiming the new purpose
and establishing an inner peace,
though perfectly momentary
but demanding that frequently
a process by which the spirit
in her, and me fully evaporated
as worthy ancient manuscripts
now erased for new writing to emerge
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