Too Raw
(Series: Silhouettes)
The cloud announce the rain
& the birds adjourn the strike by flying home
The ears give birth to silence.
Longing has raged in both of us,
The ruins on the road of our thighs
Until the valley of buttons fall out of order.
The dialogue between our lips wash with fluids in styles
Warring tribes of unsettled palms roaming the pyramids of nipples.
Quenching waist full of fullness
Down to the home that constitutes the life of a child
In complexion of the night
Group of muscles pump
& signs of femininity shakes
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