Taipei, all the way to New York
I can feel the distance, getting close
All I thought about on the airplane
Was the way you tasted, teasing me
With skin of golden canvases
And eyes for Art and pleasing beings
In the Twilight of your erotic submission
There is a plumbing of fireworks
That grinds to a festive halt
For years of wanting to be held
Flowing in greater complexity of intimacy
A thrill of flesh ripened to sweat
And orgasms wrapped around lost years
I can feel the boundaries, begin to fade
Sometimes, I think you want me to touch you
How can I, when my lust is fueled by
The stimulated use of your careful independence
An exotic foreigner, your lips hold secrets
I promise to never tell, as long as you share them
With me, and let me speak in tongues
Over your body bare of everything
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