Fashion
Acres ago, I left you on stone cut wallswith John Varvatos
under winding oaks and ravenous vines.
Eyes along the dust road and fingers
edging away from hands
you bruised your ass on rocks.
He, ever pungunt and insidious
flexed his fingers, grinned,
and coughing shrewdly, brought his hips to yours
posted by OrangeDrink @ 3:18:00 AM
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