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My backside hugging the grass cushion His face above mine Flushed like a child Quick motion He somersaults over my stomach Landing awkwardly on the other side Distracted boyish grace Has my eyes closed Has me frozen, like the seed I lay waiting
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Oct 12, 2021
Oct 12, 2021 at 6:26 PM UTC
Somersaults
My backside hugging the grass cushion His face above mine Flushed like a child Quick motion He somersaults over my stomach Landing awkwardly on the other side Distracted boyish grace Has my eyes closed Has me frozen, like the seed I lay waiting
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Oct 12, 2021
Oct 12, 2021 at 6:26 PM UTC
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