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Her Nest
As we kiss, my straying fingers find
A nest first formed in her mother's womb.
Oh, how blessed now to kiss
Its moist and ripened bloom.
A nest first formed in her mother's womb.
Oh, how blessed now to kiss
Its moist and ripened bloom.
Published 3rd Oct 2024
Author's Note
Remembering a younger time hen I met a girl's mother and later I made love to her daughter. I remember being thankful for the gift she made for me though I doubt she meant it for me so soon. Her daughter died a few years later.
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