…for the love of the “philia” the rhythm easy
as the eros of the night bled into the walls
hungry, parting my thighs, mourning the soul
swallowing me whole, invited to my bed, my
sweet Rumpelstiltskin…love of the “philia”
uncouth, with no regard for etiquette
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