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| Mahayana | you seduce me with the movement of your hips. colors, lights, and shadows fall into contradictions and denials, you take expressions from my hand and it cascades to the floorboards, elapsed now. they shirk and bear false witness, i draw you to me and sensation encircles my body. tasting your mouth, cool... syrupy, your tongue rubbing against mine. confuses the judgment of the most experienced, your body impassioned to the affect of my hands. | 020713 |