one pull of this rope, i will
waken you
watch as your insides
rise
like yeast in an oven
or flowers to the sun. come
above ground. with your vessel
full, head back, suck you wet,
steady sweet
ready liquid to moisten my lips
and soften my belly
this source
unearthed.
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hoody hoo! poet mama-san...i dig you.
That's some dirty shit, missy.
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