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Seven Suns
Your hands become the twine
Tangled up in her hair
Held fast in braids undone,
Unfurling for lust as bright as the seven suns.
Tangled up in her hair
Held fast in braids undone,
Unfurling for lust as bright as the seven suns.
Published 4th Jun 2022
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Just a suggestion of eros, nothing too wild here. lol a quotable poem. (YourQuote app)
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26th Nov 2022 3:21am
The sun is only bright, depending on the cleanliness of the soulful clouds it must penetrate. Alast the time is nearing we may see no sun atatll
29th Nov 2022 11:17pm
