8.29.2005

Hers Is More

Like witchy bitches we
trade tales of conquests
compare your tricky likeness,
relate your wicked secrets.
You lick my silky neck,
switching hands and
she will hear of your flavor,
your fervor.
In verdant color hers is more
than you could wish to be,
her laugh more touching
than all of your touching.

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