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ooooout into a {harped} bliss _ before
the leftovers slide out , the aftermath of a deed-poured , true affection ,
in all its slippery , mired textures and smells ...
intimacy has never been so
^functional^ ,
so gooed ,
so |inner| ...
shouldn’t we just slllllllllliiide ?
let it slip out of us ...
the odor of jellified excretions ,
amassed liquids , gentle friction ,
infuse and inform my innards ,
marked by a holy gape