frail day, feet dangle off the edge | 1 |
then eyes lower | 2 |
wanting hopelessly, shamelessly, | 3 |
to discover something more substantial | 4 |
less slick and defined | 5 |
than the dirt imprisoned by ice. | 6 |
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would that you were gone, shoes! | 7 |
and if only you, toes, were bare, wriggling | 8 |
released into luscious melting. | 9 |
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delicate moment, body stands, anticipating a | 10 |
fall in pure release, | 11 |
sight closing, soaking up drops of sheer desire. | 12 |
slight veil, vision: be shed! | 13 |
show me, strong passion-- | 14 |
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touch me. | 15 |
undress yourself, | 16 |
land of thick and dirty flesh | 17 |
soft supple curves desperately succeeding | 18 |
in a brave, honest seduction. | 19 |