because you need to wake up the volcano
that my skin had stayed
because you bury your tongue like a hurricane
violent rage.
I need you because you are beautiful
risk when it is tough because my luck
by your tongue is very thin right hand fingers through your silky
so hot. I need you
wild wolf in your way of loving as primitive,
need from you as
landscape needs from the wind and dew. Stormy SOLOMON
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