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thursday morning

So it is I cannot stop

the repeat strobe of

your eyes unblinking almost overwhelming pale grey

green autumn leaf rust x five.

How long like this these those while others

wonder what it is as this as with

this look such

things you do, I am held

there here now in your

left eye lens and it is then

that you wholly have me in a labyrinth of

sighs, a dove sideways

rolling, thighs trembling, cheeks flush pink

warm in this, that moment I can

feel your touch mouth lips gentle you

have me back-braced fast

falling, the aria you know it well, I

finger-tipped between lips you

watch fully as I


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