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Grieving for summer
I can show you the tips of leaves:
They are less red than the blush,
When I am embarrassed or seized
By a submissive crush;
I can also show you I close my eyes
And think of how you'll grieve
This summer, once I close my thighs
And sigh as your tip leaves.
They are less red than the blush,
When I am embarrassed or seized
By a submissive crush;
I can also show you I close my eyes
And think of how you'll grieve
This summer, once I close my thighs
And sigh as your tip leaves.
Published 5th Aug 2015
| Edited 4th Nov 2018
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Anonymous
5th Aug 2015 8:51pm
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5th Aug 2015 10:39pm
You have to leave in the end - that's where all the leaves come from in fall - and I am sure I can put those to good use in future seasonal endeavours - smiles. Thank you for taking the time to comment - much appreciated feedback. S.O.
Anonymous
6th Aug 2015 5:10am
There's a wonderful weaving of words and images. This is beautiful, evocative writing.
