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Morning Rain
By freudian-slip
humming a tune
aloud
into the shower
patchouli scented soap
runs down
to the thumbprints
left
inside
thighs
he held up
high enough
to meet the taste of his mouth
promises of tonight
pulse inside
fingers run through
pull-tired
wet silken hair
beads of heated water
decorate
olive skin
missing him
and it's only morning
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On Friday, October 10, 2008, Mylissa
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wrote:
beautifully done.
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On Sunday, October 5, 2008, Leith Plunkett
(239) wrote:
(runs down to the thumbprints left inside thighs) I like how grafic these words are without actually saying it. very powerful poetry for the mind to toy with
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On Sunday, October 5, 2008, elisa
(1616) wrote:
impeccable insight... nicely done.
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