Zelda Throckmorton (ex_vasilissa595) wrote in perfumed_garden,
Zelda Throckmorton
ex_vasilissa595
perfumed_garden

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a pertinent poem

Tendrils
From whom emanate
My everything;
And life, and little death.
But bones cannot disseminate
Just anything:
They, too, must have their flesh.

So, fingers, over hillock glide;
Your charms and everything inside.
You needle-hold and scratch, caress,
Tapering off to tenderness.

-Homage to My Hands

I would love to see the erotically tinged poetry of other group members, posted as a reply to this if 't is most expedient.
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