Erotic Poetry
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More moments like this,built as stretching figures,with fingers –letting fall all those handscounting our figmentedlimitations. Drastic, plasticsmiles – all seepingand connecting our mouthsfrom being apart. Though, we area flower becoming burned,lost in desire,roaring in our fire. An entertaining trail,an engraved heartdrawn as a subtle proportion,standing out above eons,above marksleft on floating glaciers, and won’t we