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Apr 2010
the dawn breathed
hollow reds
nuzzling luminous beads
lilting on her pink petals

her ruinous fingers
draw my rapture
from ever y
crease
in my vessel

she hotlittlewhispers:
"use your tongue"
PK Wakefield
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PK Wakefield
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