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Thursday, June 3, 2010


Pushing through the crease of her arm,
you erupt,
unexpected and enticing.
Her skin is your path as
gravity guides you
down tiny hairs.
Salty, clean
and perfumed.

I watch you drip
down her soft
inner coves.
Delirious skin,
wet taste in my mouth.
The sight of you is

Your liquid body is drawling,
You slide
from the nape of her neck,
to the dimple
of her back.

Beads emerge again.
I watch you roll down
glistening flesh
to the lulling
of her breast.
I hold not to lunge,
as you mock, taunt
and own.

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