lingerin' up-
on a
land. a
land that
lies-li〪〭〫〬 es
open. open to
play, to
ponder upon
the sun's
fire♨♨
his fire that
scorns, that
sizzles e.a.c.h.
golden follicle with
its fury, its
flame.
the flame- it
fondles, it
fingers her
womb, her
woman, her
wobbly knees. un-
til it
burns, it
blackens
e.v.e.r.y.
bristle of
her
being.
♨♨
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