Without stumbles
Or constraints.
Without the maps
Of Piri Reis.
Like the wandering
Fool
In the tarot
Cards,
I want to walk
Beneath
Your tongue,
Exploring
Every one
Of your landscapes
Of pleasure.
To submerge,
Emerge,
Swallow,
And channel
The solemn tone
Of my voice
As I moan.
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