I am sick hence the reblogs
1
She arranges the doves nesting
In the folds of her paisley print skirt
Adjusts the daisy behind her left ear
And proffers an otherworldly smile
To every soul in want of intimacy
2
She is wild, lupine, endemic
Her pale thighs clutch my spine
As I accelerate her orbit
Around the moon
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