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Modern Gold Rush
She slips into a map
a perfect grid
for my mouth
to feast upon
every inch of leg
slipping off
the stilettos
beginning
at the soles
of her feet
the pattern
guiding me
ever so carefully
across the mesh
advancing higher
my tongue
across every acre
closer
and closer
to gold.
a perfect grid
for my mouth
to feast upon
every inch of leg
slipping off
the stilettos
beginning
at the soles
of her feet
the pattern
guiding me
ever so carefully
across the mesh
advancing higher
my tongue
across every acre
closer
and closer
to gold.
Published 2nd Sep 2018
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hotty
a lady's leg compared to a pole
metaphorically
lovely she and he will be
combinedly
a lady's leg compared to a pole
metaphorically
lovely she and he will be
combinedly
