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all her flowing
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Hyacinth garden When she walks a black boa hanging round her neck,
sleek clothes of Eastern Magic inspire features
of tousled jet black hair,
and jeweled messages remind her clientele.
her words are not verbal
but drip from her licked lips
darkly smooth consonants
at her beckoning
cool flesh
of dream acquiescence
into her silky secrets,
each touch a is like a rumor
her hearts’ beat
with ventures slyly,
gliding between petals pink blossom
as if a butterfly heaving a haunting sigh,
wisps stirred in timeless implication
freedom quenched by desire beyond hunger
unite in her feast with all her flowing beauty
love's destination this endless finale
sanction all that she ever dreamed
