He carried me to the place of dead flowers
Where I spent my water for liquid gold
He tickled my clitoris with humming bird hands
I tasted curiosity; smell satiated me
Is that my worth, only dead flowers?
© Joy Leftow 1996
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Wednesday, May 25, 2016
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