a touch that's nourishing so gentle yet felt. love is love. meaning is confused and hidden by the pain. a touch that is inflicted like a knife. it cuts. it cuts deep. but love . it doesn't bleed.
to carry her on our wedding night.
hope despite my broken back
from the pain instilled by the demon
to be able to stand straight
timeless
evolution
to walk with dignity in the aisle of purity
to meet the love
to fulfill her with gentle thrusts
and overflowing sweet energy
untainted.
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