like the clouds in the cerulean ocean above
the simple gust of yr whisper moves me miles.
when you trace my lifelines with the tips of yr digits
i feel the luster of yr lips break into a smile
i lust for wasting hours
climbing the lustrous ladder of yr lumbar
so i can fall from grace
and climb yr feminine heaven again
because your aura is brilliant like flora
flooring me leafing me wanting more of
properties previously possessed solely by goddesses
Artemis had sent you here to slay me
to curb my pride and remind me of my mortality.
and as i lie here with her Scorpio
i am the most vulnerable
but eagerly anticipate yr sting.
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