the air is silent tonight
her revolving thighs, pressed. i
sprial like a catnap
between the orange and
blue glow of fire light.
here, undressed,
amber inside
wild without regrets.
a twinkling.
as i breathe in the moist tendrils
softly on my lips
does this flavor of tragedy
bleed from my womb onto thin
carpet
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 8:25 PM UTC
the air is silent tonight
her revolving thighs, pressed. i
sprial like a catnap
between the orange and
blue glow of fire light.
here, undressed,
amber inside
wild without regrets.
a twinkling.
as i breathe in the moist tendrils
softly on my lips
does this flavor of tragedy
bleed from my womb onto thin
carpet
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