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Sultry Stemware
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Sultry Stemware
He lifts me up, and holds me against the light,
His tender eyes glaringly, stares at my
genteel presence, looking over
at my noble constitution,
I feel his desires
of his hands
as he
sips
my
e
s
s
e
n
c
e,
as I
am but a
grin on his face,
with eyes for another me.
2019 May 07
*1st Place*
ALL YOURS (JUN 1)
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 June 01
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