Poetry Is:
My lover's tongue
when he is not speaking
as I straddle
his Saturday morning mouth.
My lover's tongue
when he is not speaking
as I straddle
his Saturday morning mouth.
posted by riva at 1:22 PM
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Monday, June 21, 2004
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- Name: riva
- Location: Stanfordville, New York, United States
Magic Medicine is the art of every day experience and creativity. It's where inspiration comes from the ordinary moments and materials of life.
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