by Enzo Tacadao

Make love in my mind.
Moan for some particular time,
timing is all you need to achieve the full-metal lust.
Reach it like a child craving for some lollipop passion,
reach it. Please?
Sacrilegious deeds no more, no more.
Utter Hail Mary…
full of grace your lord is with you. Amen.
Ahhhhh, oh, men. More.
Make love in my mind, please?
Your eyes are thousand of libidinous memories.
Your hands are millions of indecent moves.
Your breasts are everlasting iniquitous thoughts.
Your moans are very much inviting.
Make love,
thy lord is with thee.


by Enzo Tacadao / Lorenzo Tacadao