Hymn

Pulsing walls of bodies and sinLine our altar of flame Strangers’ handsOn my skinOn yours Swirling their cum with my sweatLining the curves of muscle and boneIn the flesh you etimesgut escort own Your thrusts clap like snare drumsThrough my desperate, eryaman escort moaning songShadows strobe in huffs over your bodyAs you fill sincan escort and release meThen flickers …