I Will/ Love In Uncertain Times

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Poem of extreme love
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When it’s too dark, I will drill pinholes in the sky
to bathe you in the glow of celestial wonder,
when the day is too bright, I will move worlds
into new planetary alignments so you can
be quiet and rest in the stillness of eclipse,
when you are the asylum seeker
I will smash down walls to welcome you in,
when you are the terrorist I will be your suicide-vest,
detonating us into such sweet fragmentation,
when you are naked I will lick the soles
of your feet, lick your ankles and your calves,
lick your knees and your inner thighs, and
lick your pussy until we’ve both had our fill,
when you are lost I will be your satnav
so we can lose ourselves anew in each other,
when you give me head I will be the spermatozoa
in your throat, in your gut, in your intestinal tract
yielding to the soft extinction of your digestive juices,
when you are being throat-fucked I will be there licking your pussy,
when I'm being face-fucked you can hold my head and whisper encouragement in my ear,
when you suck cock I will be down there with you, sucking his balls
and when he cums in your mouth you can trickle the spunk down into my open mouth
and we can share delicious spermy tongue-kisses...

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