your flower
once I plucked
a succulent
the dew weeping
between your
parted legs
awakening
a buried love
for you
i carried forth
your scent
upon me
and smiled
the wicked grin
of a lover
Thursday, February 27, 2014
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1 comments:
Such a beautiful wicked mind.
Your writing is like a weed mistaken for a flower... inviting and overtaking to a weak bloom.
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