feels like, your mouth, i like it
little hot crushed
(wettest ember of thy face)
to mine, darling, your
hair
is immense
tangled briefly
with my fingers
against the excelling nub
of thy fragrant skull dear, i
press drink and of, into
my
Jun 9, 2012
Jun 9, 2012 at 3:11 PM UTC
feels like, your mouth, i like it
little hot crushed
(wettest ember of thy face)
to mine, darling, your
hair
is immense
tangled briefly
with my fingers
against the excelling nub
of thy fragrant skull dear, i
press drink and of, into
my
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