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May 2020
see crazy
in my eyes
on my skin
your blood
I wallow in.

hot body
rubbing mine so close
whispers come
crawling
"Don't touch."

our heat mingled
glistening dew
rolls
licked
intoxicating fever
consumes.

dripping lips
loves first kiss
or the last
swallowing in.

a womb
giving and taking away
wet
ready for the ****

© sd greene  8/14/17
I have lots of crazy in my eyes.  It stems from the desire to be consumed and the madness from within when you can not obtain it.
Sheila Greene
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Sheila Greene  45/F/Dallas, TX
(45/F/Dallas, TX)   
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