Stranded at the base of an old oak
It's girth laced in poison Ivy, with Drew Barrymore lips
A temptation I climb
Endeared into her branches that encompass me
Her thorns prod me and I laugh
She tickles my senses
I sucomb into her cocoon
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Author:
Augie (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 25th, 2024 04:59
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Comments1
Brilliant imagery. Fantastic work.
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