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Selena_Kitt
Selena_Kitt
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I feel fine-tuned, delicate,
every part of me wound,
wanting to be unsprung.

Maybe just a clinging vine,
winding my way ’round,
tendrils unfurling sunward,

or a tender, fragile bud
waiting to be pressed open
by the heat of your breath,
the weight of your world

until

I am blooming, fragrant, wild,
exposed and trembling
in your hands.

Selena_Kitt
Selena_Kitt
5,713 Followers
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AnnaVenus69AnnaVenus69almost 18 years ago
lovely!

very delicate and sensuous

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 18 years ago
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on the review thread today in poets forum..really good work...sighs...blue

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