Tongues of steam and water
Leave traces of fire
Along the curves that construct my body,
Burning away the fallen bracken ferns of last year
To make room for new unfettered growth of the new year to come.
❤👽xoxoxo👽❤
Tongues of steam and water
Leave traces of fire
Along the curves that construct my body,
Burning away the fallen bracken ferns of last year
To make room for new unfettered growth of the new year to come.
❤👽xoxoxo👽❤
Love the imagery your words paint. How steam and water trace your curves like fire and burn off the bracken ferns of last year. Very well done.
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Thank you. I often liken my body to a landscape of sorts. I feel very much a part of the Earth. 😊
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So poetic and so erotic ❤❤
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Moist nipple…
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Lol yes… but it wasn’t the only part of me that was… moist… 🤣
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Then let see the other part moist 😊
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The words go well with the images. Nice!!
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