he fiddles with lobe
the wiggle subtler than door-stop's
where middle is at rest
for both
the rest of she lies still as pond
where ripples from lips will stretch
a smile
for both
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 9:46 PM UTC
he fiddles with lobe
the wiggle subtler than door-stop's
where middle is at rest
for both
the rest of she lies still as pond
where ripples from lips will stretch
a smile
for both
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