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By it dosent matter Date: 2008 Nov 12 Comment on this Work [[2008.11.12.18.53.28855]] |
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i upon my stomach lie whilst before my hungry eyes is a pale flower parted just so fresh this scent i inhale as if it spoke of scrubbed new day and dew slowly gathers where these petals lay turning crimson slow in response to my breath drying its dew leaving room for more to flow and i smile and look for it seems on its own to shiver to call for my touch its petals part even more leaving a view to my seeking eyes of its moist depths calling for .... pollination i smile at this thought at my smile, my cessation of breath it seemed to pucker almost close before relaxing once again funny a flower speaking so and its scent now more ... heavy as if in need and wanting and yet still i watch for at my breaths warm touch a bud it has grown of its own off center but alive for it swells calling more for my touch yet still i watch breathing waiting... |