brushbeat of your wings along my naked thigh shivering into the tango stepspin and drop the tumble toward the retreat that little hook you left that fingered place, that fingering strumming all the locked chords pulling me onto your lap sliding into the merger les trois the slender line of your lips sipping ~ “dark […]
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VALENTINE BONNAIRE - WRITER 