A hushed something
Her skin is muddy earth
I'd gladly play in.
I would risk—for
one night inside.
She's sitting next to me,
I ask her for a pen
& paper
to write this poem.
Her perfume,
tended under my nose,
stirs up
all kinds of bad.
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Man, what a moment it was. LOL, that's all I can say about this.
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This is lovely.
I've been in this situation so many times. So many. Ha.
Thanks guys! Glad you like it.
Nice! A delightful little encounter skillfully rendered.
Faveroo!
tasty, tiny tidbit
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