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deeper, farther, under…

I am on my back
—waiting to be spread wide apart—
waiting for you to die with the sense of you
—the pleasure of you—
the sensuousness of you touching the sensuousness of me
—all my body—
all of me is waiting for you to touch
the center of me with the center of you.

—Georgia O’Keefe—

full as craving…

… along the creases of my softest skin.

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