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Skipping Heart

The rope of love

Photo by congerdesign on Pixnio
Photo by congerdesign on Pixnio

We did what lovers do
I ate everything she
had to offer but my
heart of course skipped some beats
I gather that some love
is like skipping a rope
You go down but look up
Breasts abound like two nymphs
trying to tell you wait
there’s so much more below
I was there and I know
I just wanted some flesh
beneath the breasts where love
remains vaguely misty
like early morning dew
We also love ourselves
then when the…




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