Almost flesh
I just got a new obsession
I'm happy, I just got a new drilling object
that makes my soul moan and sigh
it's an object with clearer and clearer shapes and boundaries
it's getting so solid I can almost touch it, almost feel it
under my soul's fingertips
She's such a kinky mass of subtle energies
she makes me ashamed for what she can forge out of nothing
and yet I yearn for her to wake up again when she's asleep
She can turn glimpses into hard sculpted pieces of almost flesh
And from the outside you can barely see her, I dare you
to spot her in my words
but in the eyes
oh, in the eyes
she's alive and burning
she wakes up like a female, whatever that means
she moves like she could stroke the world's surface with her sex
paint it with wet desire and love
embrace it and welcome it and hold it tight
she's everything but exclusive - but she's selective
don't force the door if not open
and today
she wants to eat you
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