Past Mine Speak
.
Inching unto
the tumid capstones of hern
pixie's plush
quietly the genteel of i
continues
until her blush
and her digits reach
can you believe
for the likes of me
Touching my flesh
where I had use to fright
now this soul becomes flush
deep into my sinews
past mine speak
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2010
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