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Aug 2018
skirt
lord knows she´s been places
each shy smile, a metaphor
pair of doe eyes
breaking through the centerfold
she´s the sweetest, pure confection
of your fantasies

skirt
rid yourself of ***** purities
teenage ******* dry martini
enticing tragedy
wood on furnace

skirt
lovely dove
of tender bareness
fulfill his urgence
breathe him airless

s kirt.
Written by
Helena Abondano  F
(F)   
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