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‘ i ... think we’re both old enough to --------- know how to ask for things. ’
divine limbs are pliant to the tug, arms resting ‘round eros’ neck like a holy wreath hung on hallowed walls. thighs settle on either side of his hips. a disquieted face from the pull, though his resistance is an absent prayer! death and love. bound as the nile is bound to flood, an eternal cause. death from love, love to death. back arches o’er him till his forehead presses ‘gainst his. a simper threatens to bloom ‘cross his lips as the corners twitch. the air breathed ‘tween them is inhaled when he speaks. ‘ tell me ... what does love want with death? ’
PULL A GOD ONTO YOUR LAP. / always open !
