Beneath an apple hue!
A pathing hug,
She huddled
inbetween my
head and shoulder.
A warm hug she offered,
it was forsooth an idyll.
Her icy colourless breath
makes me want to eat her,
her nipples sharper than needles never wanna let go.
Both souls humming in pain,
both eyes dead like the plant uprooted.
Ploded back she did,
she hurtled back and hugged
like magnets one quarter close.
The body unwilling
to path....
The pathing hug!
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