©2021 Michael Raven
i skinpop each of your words my slow burning high, that slipstream sipping through my arm my heart my soul to see with your eyes the colors and shadows and dreamscape hollows my mouth tasting sex with each carefully chosennotesong sung in each calliope in each morning sun turning through the times widdershin carnival temptation before resting my head your hips sleepy and drained with wings on sleeves, ink still wet and named yours by rune

So fulfilling, nicely done.
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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