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Mar 2012
that came in a pale dress(blue)and without fingers
feeling every bud tightly closed
                                                          :
                                                            NIGHT
there's room enough
                                           just
in you for me
                              and your dress is sheer
and barely
                       i argue with it
practically because i want to
marry our skin
in2 1 body (yoursandmine)ours

                    i'll ask your ear how it likes my mouth

hot and
      
                             kissing

i'll hang it with my tongue and breath

                          i'll

with no clothing naked and vulnerable
let you have every inch
of every inch
(and i'll feed you a river of me)

that comes in no-thing
                               body bare and wanting
                               of rough hush
                               NIGHT
                               (and without feeling) fingers
PK Wakefield
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PK Wakefield
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