What do I want you to call
my love - you fungus?
my basin
my cup
my wine - my hand
my anatomy in drinking
What an O will I form?
will I form at all?
I am foam.
And you - oh rabid horse!
always galloping.
What do I want from you
but the smooth of my legs
and the size of my mouth
my locus
Pretty blushing
from frustrated to rose
in flattering bloodflows
pretty pretty
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