The Infinite Appeal
your small feet crush the violets
so petite
i shiver at the violence of your
holocaust...indiscrete
but im lost
in the blossom of your breasts
so hard to remember
what happens next
that afternoon spent
hot as a fever
pressed against you like
a raft on a river
reach into your basket
pull an arrow from your quiver
in the warm light of morning
i suck in as you shiver
and roll in the ashes
of last nights fire
my skin smoked and gray i
penetrate further
your laughter like butter
golden and mellow im so
into you i cant escape
this feeling its as if im
dreaming you into existence
then i feel your soft shoulder
and your salty inner thigh
and i know im alive
with you by my side on a
hillside of grass scratching
my backside your giggles tickling
everything i have to give
i slide my hands up your firm ribs
and grasp....
so petite
i shiver at the violence of your
holocaust...indiscrete
but im lost
in the blossom of your breasts
so hard to remember
what happens next
that afternoon spent
hot as a fever
pressed against you like
a raft on a river
reach into your basket
pull an arrow from your quiver
in the warm light of morning
i suck in as you shiver
and roll in the ashes
of last nights fire
my skin smoked and gray i
penetrate further
your laughter like butter
golden and mellow im so
into you i cant escape
this feeling its as if im
dreaming you into existence
then i feel your soft shoulder
and your salty inner thigh
and i know im alive
with you by my side on a
hillside of grass scratching
my backside your giggles tickling
everything i have to give
i slide my hands up your firm ribs
and grasp....
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