By terry
Date: 8 July 2000

Crimson Flows

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Crimson Flows

 

Of all the essence

of your

creation,

 

My soft lips always

return

to

your gently curving

pallid neck.

at the jugular.

 

Where I can

savor

your perfumed

sweat

and feel the blood hasten

as crimson flows

and my heart

knows

that it runs hot

only

for me.

 

 


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