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Jul 2020
Fluttering my orange lotus
Flooding from the inside out

We barely move at all

Drenching in creation
Hungry with a passion

He has me like a gentle song
Warm whispers on my skin
Dripping growls down below

Staying still
Swaying

Until my existence
is no longer
made up of matter

Exhale
Written by
JAATC
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