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To the man wanking at us on the nudist beach
To the man wanking at us on the nudist beach.
My body
Is the iron of my ancestors:
Constant creation.
It is weightless
In water,
A ripple
It stretches and shrinks
Like the days of summer.
My body runs warm like a shower
Glows like a gallop
Ripens and slides with sweat.
My body eats the world
Licking every second
And glides into itself
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Tuesday 16th August 2022 10:54 am
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