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An Etheree
Kiss
again
my throat, my
ears, my eyes, my
hands, my naked thighs,
my toes, my fingertips.
Your kiss is a maddening,
a god’s voice, a rage against my
skin that makes me senseless to my sense
of where I end and where I, rough, begin.
again
my throat, my
ears, my eyes, my
hands, my naked thighs,
my toes, my fingertips.
Your kiss is a maddening,
a god’s voice, a rage against my
skin that makes me senseless to my sense
of where I end and where I, rough, begin.
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