Like a second skin of tarpaulin, the night hung to her flesh with a scent of distance memories. Squeezing my stones, exhaling, whispering to Cicada. I felt the sluice of my sperm thickening, sticking to her flame. Her eyes like opium leaves burning, a vortex of jade alluring, untold secrets from the depth of her gateway’s embers, residing in her soul…as if metaphors yearning, I knew our journey’s love was just beginning, whispering to Cicada
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Skin of Tarpaulin
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gruesomely good, harriet-jacqui xx
Thank you kindly.