Meddling the rooms; once which was her skin
Her pomegranate tone; maliciously tantalizing with stars
Her melons, grinding the par se aphrodisiac gulp
Snarling and rendering the clawed veins with a bitter bottle of sweetness
As a shaking, sweet speculate disorder; intoxicated
Ah! In absolute mindfulness, gasping for a reality,
Resolute of broken attempts
In a dark midnight,everytime, nibbling for a bite of moon
Deliberately washing herself with seeds
In the abyss between her thighs;
quick trades
Gent leaf, drumming with notes, a stave of prefigured man
But she rains for every one now
Migrating one to another
Like a silent wheel, trading alone
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