i

(take her)

every inch of

sweet

depraved

ecstasy

contained in the tiny soft arc of her body…

open the smile with your cynical praise;

leave

old shadows

to make solemn graves

under curious eyes.

what spark can awaken the

sleeping beast?

what dream dares creep

so

slowly,

come to fascinate the peculiar demand

of eros?

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