Often lately, after he is spent, You appear in the darkness, where I lie rudderless and drifting. Like a cat, you launch through the window of my rank imagination, Your spirit fingers, flashing like fishes, merge with my temporal digits to strum and pick my clitoris. Until our rough dark music explodes into all the colours of the night.
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