sans peyote tea
living in the white space
Thursday, June 30, 2005
lover
In small hands I took him
Hard and firm
His desire for me evident.
Lips parched, throat dry
Cheeks flushed and eyes burning wild
I gulped deep
Wetting soft lips with a pink tongue probing;
Mouth, body, aching
To be fed, my desire for him evident.
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