// Beautiful //

His dark eyes took hold of the neck
drank full the body for his pleasure:

Little midnight flower, how you wear patience
like the folded lace hands of time
melting between two trembling thighs.

My sapphire beauty, fingering the walls
of a deviant mind.

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