She disappeared in this route, drawn off chill-mate, the seducer
Expecting her with ablazed eyes
The rustling eventide burnt away in an effort to make a fire
As if a spark touched upon the mass matches
Fear and wisdom of distressed celibrates are aflame
They immersed me in ashy nothingness

Idiot me, the sexpert
I surface again like a toy
And in the scented path of Kamini
I continue to sit humped, a solitary noctis


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