Pink pansy posy

Hysterical girl, I fell in love with

the pink of your lips, I traced Cupid's bow,

the soft mutter of milky cleft, the pith

of your warm, citric breath. Tracing below

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the shadow of your mandible, rhythm

of heart quickens where fingers rest upon

my lover's neck. Touch me alive. Victim

of pulp, corpulent flesh given and gone.

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Take hold of undulating torso, taste

this earthy scent, safe. Pelvis juts from no

man's landscape, solid and unmoving. Waste

the morning sweetly, loving to and fro.

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Pink pansy posy pleasure dapples light

as soporific sapphic dreams delight.