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you know her clandestinely - your hands seize her cracks and crinkles as if she was yours to form, yours to grip you dust her with your powdered purity; it is the same ivory colour you wear across your back. your hands caress her the way she desires she flows she inhales she rises and she's yours to keep warm.

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jaanamj

Azerbaijani

Published: Aug 22, 2016
LinesWords: 1360

Notes: i was talking about dough
Tags: #love #food #lovepoem #wtf #bread #dough #baking

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