a little raw beautiful you are the way.
and ,ti evol I
the mouth that soft(that cruel) of teeth
and lips
is like it. thorn'd
and prim and
ringed in pinkness
of petals parting
on a pistil between.
such smoothness that rushes,
such skinness that prickles exactly
at the right arch
of its rising hips.
to meet with the riding
heartness of my surging taste:
blood and just
that tiny tang
of left behind from.
(can i begin?)'(
and to fold you;
into my hands–as fists–
that unfold–inside you.
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC
a little raw beautiful you are the way.
and ,ti evol I
the mouth that soft(that cruel) of teeth
and lips
is like it. thorn'd
and prim and
ringed in pinkness
of petals parting
on a pistil between.
such smoothness that rushes,
such skinness that prickles exactly
at the right arch
of its rising hips.
to meet with the riding
heartness of my surging taste:
blood and just
that tiny tang
of left behind from.
(can i begin?)'(
and to fold you;
into my hands–as fists–
that unfold–inside you.
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