John Walls (10-15-73 / Earth)
Dark eyes in deep forest,
I read your skin with a thousand touches.
Satin, my hands learned the topography of your body's scape.
Copyright ©2008 John Carroll Walls
Submitted: Monday, October 27, 2008
Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013
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