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My hands grasp bark
as yours hold my hips.
Slow
thrusts in sticky summer heat;
the scent of wildflowers
wafts through a nearby open window
where I can see the flock,
dressed in Sunday plumage
parroting hymns and
chirping amen...
...but only I am calling out to god.
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Ashesh9over 9 years agoErotica plus
" the scent of wildflowers " : leads to a terrific Combo ! 5-ed .
