How enticing
the scent of woman,
that often quite forbidden fruit.
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That morning smelt of ***
and its dew
trickled thinly down my throat.
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The silence filled the air,
and drowsy,
I listened to that lullaby.
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Noise in the form of jazz.
Beneath my boot
the crunch of dry mud memories.
Nov 29, 2010
Nov 29, 2010 at 3:33 PM UTC
How enticing
the scent of woman,
that often quite forbidden fruit.
----------0----------
That morning smelt of ***
and its dew
trickled thinly down my throat.
----------0----------
The silence filled the air,
and drowsy,
I listened to that lullaby.
----------0----------
Noise in the form of jazz.
Beneath my boot
the crunch of dry mud memories.