You know...
Slowly …
You tease
my inhibitions away
with signals
that dissolve my afraid
drawn by scintillate
as your tongue brushes
to soak fluids ink
into oasis well of tropical lush
whisking frenzy to whip
over me as Kaimanawa horses
powering across the plains.
Track and trace
the mother of exploration
onwards to father
land
slowly...
sentiment swings on
Moon's hoops
stunning midnight blue
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