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Your Breasts


Your Breasts

Like tough seeds
overexposed to the
constancy of my nature’s
fury, your nipples
lie slightly split.

My fingers strike again
and again as does a
strong wind, tiny cracks
rent deeper still.

Next, like a hard bitten
frost, my teeth snap
clean; white hot bolts
running clear through.

Finally my tongue
washes like a steady rain,
beating then rolling
over, leaving a swelling
wetness to take hold.

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