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Perigee: tint me your shade of red

Moonlight palpitations;
rich soil embraced her loving touch,
cultivated a lust.

was she lemongrass swaying from the clay ?
rosemary, sprawling for my roots?

set a fever under my skin,
I knew she had the remedy
somewhere between her wisteria and irises.
Written by samael (Zaroff poetry)
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