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Your Words or Mine
A landscape in shadows and an earthy taste on your tongue.
The only distance between us is the very air that we breath.
Desire grows like some winding vine around my body-
feral, unkempt, and as dangerous as this night.
I belong to you, is whispered as the light leaves this land
And darkness dissolves all notions of restraint.
All coiled serpents must come unfurled
when this language of love is spoken.
As I feel a bead of sweat drop from your skin down to my waiting tongue
I cannot tell if these are your words, or mine.
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Greta Kitts
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