sensual subtlety or the subtlety of sensuality (HOW does size matter?)
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as always the title comes first, embalming the mind so it may voyage onto unwritten waters, over boundaries so the provocateur provoked may safely return, avoiding evoking anti-frieze cannonade fire
some can disable with swinging fist, a chopping arm on an exposed neck, a swift kick to the semi-privates
but I can do same, inflicting immobilization with a single solitary itty bitty pinky figuring finger
no random boast, no hoax, not chest beating, just a fact ma’am, nothing but the facts
the sensual subtlety of the delicate is overpowering and irresistible making grownups revert into laughing crying out loud babies
the subtlety of sensuality pink’d exploding exploration, the intoxicating tiny tingling subtle and without equal, kingdoms have fallen, paintings and poems, art all kinds, instigated and in eye sockets permanently inserted, history redirected
know I will no be telling details, the whose and where, the why and surely not the how, not here anyway
so when you tell me in raw fashion size matters most definitely in the matters of the heart or the physicality
whole heartedly agree waving my littlest pinky finger watching you wavering until you’ve learned the lesson it’s the how