dreamflowin’

so long
since beauty
has brushed
these
lips,
and now
they dream
of sweet
rounded hips.

the
taste
of promise is
in the air;
debauched longing,
wishing
to be near;

and we wait.

Published by nomisyar

I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus. View all posts by nomisyar

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