deadly this scriptintuit of rapturecaresses sensesmy lover, budssprout from poresyou touch me likestrings on a violinardent hunger throbsclimbing the peakwe meet yet againlike feeding pigeonsmy spirit, my heartonce again torn apart To continue reading, please visit MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ), and don’t forget to subscribe, like, and follow. Happy Saturday, my fellow…
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Ripe Buds – An Ameri-Ku
Patterns moving on grandma’s quiltsun turning our youthful skin pink like ample florets, ripe buds open with a sigh in red claytender caresses melt the freckles on my cheeks, smelling lavender mixing with your desireyou trace I love you, on my firm thighs, I grow weak The Ameri-Ku/Euro-Ku is a style of poetry created…
