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Nov 2017
Raw
My head spins and wavers;
Feel the heat in that moment,
A moment of raw.
Bite,
Lick,
Breathe.
I feel your rhythm and steady,
If not rough,
Hands.
Blank brain,
Hot head,
Passionate force;
I feel the want deeply.
The crave drives me,
Into the steamy fog.
Scratch,
****,
Surrender.
Embracing the loss and love of control.
With hands above my head,
Heart forgotten,
And your mouth remembered,
I sigh deeply,
And give in to the wave.
Blossom Fox
Written by
Blossom Fox  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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     Fawn and eileen
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