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Grass licking my bare feet


like a mare

let out for the first time

grass is licking my bare feet

as I run




the cold night

is rushing my blood

as I feel you grasp at my thighs



fenced


in your grip


strong fingers clasp


my arms into lock.




whisperers

of calming words


saying that I belong to you.




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Publicerad 2011-10-10 20:03



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