Tuesday, 25 March 2014

lotion

run through the raindrops
impatience revealing
princess drapped in purple cloth
below her whims and above the ceiling
I cant even let myself imagine
such a licorice scent
a reserved, dissecting lavender
heart-wrenching lament
teeth pressed down hard
with instinctual emotion
rub me I'm lotion.

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