ripe as the sunlight opening the rays beneath the door frame
creeping slowly across the floor over covers over skin over hair
into eyes deeply stare deep down into the thirsty drink

a hollow desert hiding a liquid treasure playing seek games
with a flash of thigh and a view of cheek lightly touch and then
with a quick flick of the hand it is known what and how to do it
ripe as the night opening raw wild coming beneath the door frame

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