川柳 · 348

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She wakes me, midwinter, herself waking from incommunicable dreams. She digs her nails into my chest, straddles my hips, and takes me with her into the unspeakable toil of her waking.
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clear
····as melting icicles—her cries falling
········on my cock
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Redbud | February 11 2017

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