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I See Her Stare.
her sex, seeps
like volcanic lava
rich in aroma
thick, in it's viscous
deep
red
orange
molten liquid rock.
heads turn
eyes glare
her hips
sway in the
dark smoke filled
air
as unbreathable
as a
choke-hold
that contains
no apple
banana
or pear.
still we follow
begging
a hold of hair;
she knows
we'll break the
silence
if ever we're
inside there.
still she walks
the sex as
the men turn
heads
just for one
last
stare.
breathes her
lust in the wind
of
crisp winter faire.
I bet
we taste
because
she
just
doesn't
care
[.]
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