Say I hate you during lovemaking type.
If an owl’s flexile neck borrowed I for short time
My eyes might read
What along my longing canvas her long, reaving claws inscribed.
My ear her mouth our one-counted skins united
She squawked unawkwardly a diatribe
Pleasure how she expounds
Pleasant how when faraway she crowds my present.
Talkative couplings by buttery firelight, tumescent.
It is the Nemean Lion whom I lie beside;
12 labours mine.
Her backraking nails are sabres
Her tongue with St Brendan’s wanderlust
Thronged with tastesight my honourless, unwalked places.
Alchemisland 
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