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erotic

Feast.

You greased my lips like olive oil

and opened me up—

peeled back the foil.

You let—my steam—

seep out.

 

 

Posted on October 24, 2016October 24, 2016 by Write Handed Poetry Tagged anonymous, erotic, poem, poems, poetry, prose, self, sex, Writing 2 Comments
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