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Preludes to a Moment

All a bit posh
Expensive ones
Made up well
Faultless plumbs
Etiquette to burn
Her delicate linen
Smelled like heaven
Not that I'd know
But a fool can imagine
Thinking's still free
Aint it no more?
Her demure smile
Set everything alight
Not meaning to
Innocent and helpless
Dry ice came to mind
Potential joy and stick
White fire surging through
Don't touch me I'll crack
My shattering a reprieve
Scattered out of my shell
Her false eyelashes blink
Masquerading her web
Those whites and darks
Contrast against my pink
She sees me looking
I see her open
Yes, the flower
Anything else a lie
That was it
Written by Spanker
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