you stoked my flame

harsh and obscene , wet and wild , hot and bothered, smooth as glass,  you blew on coals of my well-done heart, in the heart of darkness, in the belly of your sweaty beast and the clammy hands   a’ wringing , a hoarse voice singing , let me be un-clinging to your chain a’bringing , in your bed , in the wood shed where you store me, let me love you till I am finally perfectly mortally Dead … againImage   

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