Erotic PoetryWood NymphsTo smell shaved skin
like laurel in the wind.
To stretch wayward wilderness
tongues into florid kisses
shaking leaves from
trembling trees.
We are forest no more
but , condensed liquor
distilled from the
juices of wild mountain dew...
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