kamini { lust }
Coiled round the throat it brands fiercely, caught up in the base of cradled intention. A white hot septure, burns to ash all that came before. The veneer of breath flows across the length of external logic
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Laurie_B
I have been writing poetry and fiction for several years now. It is truely one of my great pleasures in life to create beauty with words.
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