a feather falls
into your hand.
it's white and long
thin with a pointed
end. you take it
and drag it slowly
across her
back, the white
curved land
of her body. and when
you reach the bottom
of her skin
she smiles
and whispers, go
up and do it to me
all over again.
into your hand.
it's white and long
thin with a pointed
end. you take it
and drag it slowly
across her
back, the white
curved land
of her body. and when
you reach the bottom
of her skin
she smiles
and whispers, go
up and do it to me
all over again.
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