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Duende
She's a goblin
a mischievous little sprite
the danza,
the object of carnal desires,
a gentle tease at the edge of night
a sweet sapphic delight....
….don't love her
but damn I need her
she feeds
the very core of me
she knows just how to
“do us” right........
Duende
driving me to madness
with a sterling silver spoon
Mi bruja bella
she rings brightly
like a bell in the night.....
she tastes of elderberry wine
sprinkled upon my skin
savored upon my lips
her tender kisses
lace my brow
wanting it so badly...now
snaking in between
my thighs
she hisses,
slithering through
the dark green color
of summer lawns,
she get's me so high
on her potent venom,
it takes over me
in deep euphoria
her haunting hazel eyes
are all that I see......
…..and I come
the light tingling
of bells,
the “warm smell
of calitas rising up
in the air”
her curvaceous form
disappears into
the shadows of the night
beautiful,
mischievous,
sprite
Duende
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