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ear brush
clover me crimson
lover of ebony hue;
transfuse my blues
with caramel and myrrh;
brush the ear of my fantasies
with thy feathery tongue
until it's numb with pleasure,
tingling like the strings
on a violin in overtone
and goosebumps litter my skin
from nappy head
to happy toe
as we sky to heavenly highs
basking in the blissful throes
of love...
~ P
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