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Spring

  • Brian reing
  • Nov 9, 2011
  • 1 min read

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Quiet crickets buzz Through the open window Starlight trespasses Infinite darkness Gently caressing Your mahogany skin Vulnerable and naked You lie there Waiting for me Glistening perspiration Shimmering under the midnight moon Morning will indefinitely come too soon Scent of sweat fills the dank air Dark coco skin so fair Immobile, entranced, paralyzed I advance.


 
 
 

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