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Her image. It's a gift. Her fresh image, ignites me: Heart and pulse, breath and rush. She warrants my unconditional surrender.
By Shaun Sundance Yates .7 years ago in Poets
Love love love. Conquered Love. Kissed peach-pink rubble. Defeat me. And her peach-pink and kissed rubble. Skin-tight, mashed.
I, spaceman, lover of sugary things, with eyes wide open, floating about. A total black monstrosity holds me bedazzled and blankly.
Sentimental candyfloss, lingerie and bows. Pink. Shimmering ribbon and lips. 'You are mine'. And now - What lecherous magic,
