about that dress
the one you didn´t see
are you seeking glory
in between my knees?
lift it and come feast
I'm not looking for anything
with bare hands and pale chest
I'm not still, I'm full (a cup of tea)
I'm not soft, I've laid of (a few inches of grass)
I've been an attentive gardener
suck me hard within
your lighting eyes, your tacticle thighs, your hair
- small birds in a nest
have me as I season you
rose petals are shy
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