Ganesha was blue as the afternoon
His breath was warm against my skin
He sighed in his sleep
He pressed into me

His breath was warm against my skin
I loved the feel of him
He pressed into me
Like diving into the sea

I loved the feel of him
Bright and burning
Like diving into the sea
Ganesha was blue as the afternoon

Ganesha was blue as the afternoon His breath was warm against my skin He sighed in his sleep He pressed into me His breath was warm against my skin I loved the feel of him He pressed into me Like diving into the sea I loved the feel of him Bright and burning Like diving [...]

one hundred eighty four
one hundred eighty four

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