Savage 12/15
By Gwion
Yes I was there at 3 When florescent suns rose New hopes on dark folds Hidden hills I walked When silence Was thick with lust Touched skin Where I thought there was ice I felt friction But did not blister Lusted With mucous I tasted stains Scratched Had hot, dry irritation Between my thighs Heard pulse Dreamed strange flowers Conquered an army of fingers Mapped every valley of your chest At 5 Written January 16th, 2002 © on Jan 16 2002 11:53 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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