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Wreathing
As I would stroke
with feathered gentleness
your hair
so I would fingertip
your waiting skin
in hopes
that you would tremble at my touch
and wish
for me to wreath your flesh
in bliss.
with feathered gentleness
your hair
so I would fingertip
your waiting skin
in hopes
that you would tremble at my touch
and wish
for me to wreath your flesh
in bliss.
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