Thy voice rubs my nipples so gently.
Thy voice is an everlasting orgasm.
Decent in its own manner, so pious, so virtuous .
Thy voice, the apostle of my sins.
No sins in thee do lie.
Nor fault neither.
My tongue-tied
My lips numb.
I starve for thee.
Despite thy absence
Thy aura crowns me all;
In my spirit reminiscences of us naked in heaven.
ESTÁ A LER
SHALL
PoesiaRanked # 494 in poetry 2017 Everlasting agony and infinite 'shall' in my decaying soul .
