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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  
 
 
[.]
Written by RevolutionAL (Alistair Plint)
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