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he builds bridges
over my abdomen
fingers every direction
turns on a flood
flowing for miles
hands become the mob
and who knows why
or how
you are
able
to do this to me
i imagine some kind of
locupletative or
isangelous reward
despite your reason
my body is yours
a resonant mix
of wildness
and control
stunning beaut
and unseen force
nothing of hesitation
pleasure prolonging

it has come to this

it has come

come
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isangelous - equal to angels

locupletative - enrich by increasing some desirable quality or attribute

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wonderful imagery (lol plus big words) . . . the synaesthesia appeals greatly to me

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I love the first two lines :D They really caught my attention
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Very Nice.

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