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  • Of Her..

    I had my lips,
    my tounge
    my fingers and screaming senses
    surrounding my open arms
    and she was there , after a whole year
    now , like a second
    when I put my worker hands
    on every part of her.

    and the taste?
    was like nothing but flower, clover, buttercup and a hundred other sights that spoke her name
    It is nothing less that worship
    I in touch with her first opening
    am blessed.

    I drank her but will never know her.
    My honey is jared

    and the land of day, is in her, along with the tears, the sun of all earth.

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