Women Love Palpably

pixabay: Jerzy Gorecki

gush lust from lashes, long cinder cues curled into

my maw, red umbrellas lifting rain & fine skirts

petit deaths from come-on grins

lick wet and flash hard

grip duodenum and rub
pulse iron into steam, organs crafted freely and extended to supple kneading, circle me
aching, dissolve —

take every part into hot mouths

and eat me into being.

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