Under trembling autumn leaves
my reserved lips yearn warmth
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A cloud hanging, going nowhere
I say goodbye to a thousand smiles
my heart swells
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Naked skin pressed against bamboo
tight is her grip, heavy is her breath
as I come to rest
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By B. L. Crisp
hehehe. Very naughty!!
Haha… I know which one you liked Nifti
Good to have you back here.
This gave me shivers! I love it Barry!
Thanks Susie!