Poetic Traces
Tuesday, 4 August 2020
And now
Its my turn
To shear your density
And you know where I mean
I want you to be clean
So that when I stride you
My petals bloom on your barren surface
Smearing you with my spirituous juices
And when I leave
My musk stays on your flesh!
@LR
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