sans peyote tea
living in the white space
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Salt
Salt, sweet, smooth
Your skin between my teeth,
My lips
My thighs
I reside in the stillness
Little heart beating away
Pressure smashing in waves.
I remove quite stealthily,
Quite good at it
Little heart bleeding
All turtled up.
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