I seen your feet
everyone hears your stirred pride
.
cow brindled to the sow. rearing hercoat. of fine..
its gif of plenty
and here you little sneak!
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wept by feet
tarried undeground my Eurydice.
stammered by the hot gate whenever
your heart tears it
pulls weeds like
enjambment does cutting around the feathered edged cup. Or Whitman's strong verse that so many denied. castigated. Or say your body. Hips edged on the thrust of the bed. and around the bed your million feet. Or say our arms roughed up by love making. Crackled black blue and green in the kisses, or the body's hissyfits. Fits like your thighs do to mine. Is that it? yer wish list of coming around the bend. Like any rebus does. Or married to the moment. The instant filter moment of your kisses, and my hands pressed palm plate to yours lover. Come again. Come again, sometime. Between the river and city, and you have chosen the moment entering as coming exiting as birth near plateau. Or garnered by the wheat of shadow and fiction. Here then nowhere then now ~
Come then , my darling I will teach everything. Little feasts of pedagogical erotic. As the bookof your thighs leans into the fire of my horn. Horn of , Horn of and Horus ~
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Come then lover, you've found your place. Between our bed.
Hot pant steamed as the kiss. Rivered by night.
Your thighs tent plays to me. We are wielded by night's
bawdy and night . Voice. Rummed into your seat. These kisses of
eyes
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every word you said is
remembered
cold stone
married to your rose
gathered by wheatwept by feet
tarried undeground my Eurydice.
stammered by the hot gate whenever
your heart tears it
pulls weeds like
enjambment does cutting around the feathered edged cup. Or Whitman's strong verse that so many denied. castigated. Or say your body. Hips edged on the thrust of the bed. and around the bed your million feet. Or say our arms roughed up by love making. Crackled black blue and green in the kisses, or the body's hissyfits. Fits like your thighs do to mine. Is that it? yer wish list of coming around the bend. Like any rebus does. Or married to the moment. The instant filter moment of your kisses, and my hands pressed palm plate to yours lover. Come again. Come again, sometime. Between the river and city, and you have chosen the moment entering as coming exiting as birth near plateau. Or garnered by the wheat of shadow and fiction. Here then nowhere then now ~
Come then , my darling I will teach everything. Little feasts of pedagogical erotic. As the bookof your thighs leans into the fire of my horn. Horn of , Horn of and Horus ~
_______________________
Come then lover, you've found your place. Between our bed.
Hot pant steamed as the kiss. Rivered by night.
Your thighs tent plays to me. We are wielded by night's
bawdy and night . Voice. Rummed into your seat. These kisses of
eyes
