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Bleached Bland
softly she breathes
night coats her head
I wish I lay in a different bed
some women thrill
one look inflames
their kicks come from playing games
she's too banal
her lips lukewarm
the polar reverse of a sensual storm
no excitement
zero surprise
I know exactly what's behind those eyes
it's been one year
itchy my feet
not enough her being ...
Sunday 5th September 2021 11:25 am
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