You are beautiful and o,
you open up like a flower, full and breathless..
The crush of petals and I see your
eyes broken, blinking, dusted with your humor, how
enchanting...
Glimmer of liquid on your lips, your mouth is perfume
your mouth is lush, a bitten decadence, hothouse
burned paradise, I lose myself within...and lose myself again....

12/01/2003

Posted on 12/02/2003
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