Her hibiscus kiss,
stained the remains
of a candied
apple crush.
Fingertips trace
bee stung lips;
venom to cure
the mundane.
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Author:
JC (
Offline) - Published: November 21st, 2017 11:57
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Your style is also provocative and enjoyably read. I had to read this one again out loud.
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