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| Category: Angel |
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Smell of new earth came delivered
in round, dull notes. Rain slapping
on dust outside, the window cracked,
only our ribs hung between us,all alone
in the world, the scent of flora
and mud mixing in our own musk. A moan
in a sleepy daydream, her legs, like new
creation, beginning to weave denim
over mine, heavy with presence.
My first feeling of me
in my first car. She ground-out
her smoke, adjusted herself on top,
hiking her blouse in a confusion
of snaps and buttons, zippers pulled
down, jagged, and dragging
around our ankles, sweet-peachy flesh
ironed-on, sticking, then peeling
away from the seams of tuck and roll vinyl.
I tried to linger on the pale, fragrant apple
of her pink budding fruit, the soft pressure
of palms insistent I drift past
her breasts, her fingers snaking tight
through my hair. I just skimmed
the soft hollow of belly, she gently tugged
my ears south along blue-blooded lines
opaquely mapped under the flat, open
basin to the blonde downy feather
finely wedged below. She whispered,
Do this, for love's sake
Curious as hell and already damned,
I moved in, having her,
her song humming
in my reckless veins, tasting
that forbidden, salty blossom.
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