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Sultry lips piercing through, eclipsed by the aphrodisiac essence of lust, spring molecules of forgiveness present themselves, the earth sparks a metal taste, I linger wanting more, I linger looking outside, I am an admirer, prompting to be allowed a vestige requisite, A plum, An ember of light, growing inside. Forcing its way through, pouncing like a cheetah in the wild. The hunger that sets in motion every thing we choose to ignore, All that was before yesterday and firmly staged, a waiting list, for the insidious, carnivorous aptitude of becoming, loud and clear as it may be, It is still just a voice. Slumping through the forest, encapsulated by darkness. Stern, Laughably so, insistently arousing, judgemental at my string of poignant vouch, Please me. Farrow undulating corpse of a shell fish, It sees me for what I am, Purse in hand as I wait for the vanquish.
Jul 12, 2025
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