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Poetic Sauce

Apr 24, 2010

Twigs woven through a tress
Moss stain upon my thighs
Leaves cling to my dress
Nature breathes my sigh

Damp earth provides the cushion
Your pleasure I consume
Sunlight my adoration
The breeze my sole perfume

A smudge upon my cheek
Eyes glow wicked with intent
Like the day upon its dawning
I am not nearly spent
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