when time is
not there;
only me
and her are
laying
down
skin to skin
eye to eye
confronted
spinning fluid to fluid
trunk to trunk
leg to leg
hand to hand
lip to lip
tiny finger to tiny finger
a land escape work
has to be french High tech
to be perfectly finished polished
a
la lettre
bien fini
bien payer never accurately that perfect done....
she has no escape
she knows that...
she no no no than give in
like a
lost pray of time...
she become
betti
nutti
angry
burned
wappon
of mass
destrion
error
nuts
predator
nattie kattie, kitti, girl....
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