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Dec 2014
You offer up your lips,
Pour them over me,
Like libation,

And whisper
a silent prayer
Across mine,

And I
Bathe in their glory.

How honored I am
To know
The chapped, raw flesh -  

Oh how blessed
To know their taste.
William Alexander
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William Alexander
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