Feast. You greased my lips like olive oil and opened me up— peeled back the foil. You let—my steam— seep out. Share this: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
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Seeping stem. What imagery?
Love it.
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