Tuesday, September 10, 2024

She love me sure as told me.

Elicit a whisper.

The great why, 

you’re in need.

The way open and stark.

And how oft a body at play.


The gown is sheer.

Organic is best.

You are centered.

The thunder and

the shudder.

The way open and 

hope-ward bound.©

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