Blue balls

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By Marie RowenaPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

He holds spheres of pain in his hand.

She slithers, she bends

Awakes shivers of desire

Oh, blue balls tonight

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Marie Rowena

Blurring the line between the sacred and profane, the sensual and spiritual.

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