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Whipped Cream

Whipped Cream
 
A midnight snack  
has its lips  
in a dream,  
 
asleep or awake  
in a pool  
of whipped cream.
 
Every illusion,
and face  
or facade,  
 
becomes  
something subtle,  
a lick or a nod.
Written by runningturtle87
Published | Edited 1st Feb 2024
Author's Note
For the dominatrix in her...
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