Paws,
Firm on
The ground.
Eyes,
Sliding with
The raindrops.
Wind,
Making the
Hair bristle.
Bosom,
Lying on
The gravel.
Body,
Coiled like
A cannikin.
Hair,
Kiss and
Make love.
Raindrops
Entwined and
Poor mongrel
Paced away.
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