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Gyroscopes

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Gyroscopes

Gyroscopes of passion,
Magnetic interaction,
Feeling the vibrations
Of your ministrations

I find myself again
Your gravity within;
Pulled closer by the spin
Until I nearly twin

The breaths you take,
The way you shake…
My lustful yearning ache
I’m willing you to slake.

Shall we spin forever
So close, but not together,
In tandem, but dissevered,
Longing for each other?

But if we were to touch
Our passions would erupt,
And spent would then corrupt
To fade away from lust.

I need you in my sight
To pine and to ignite
The gyroscopic light
Of my passions yearning flight.

◄ Life Blood

Stop! She Cried ►

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