In Harvest Time, Teach
Trade red fillips, blooms reamed and budded,
the sprouting eye now kissed and covered,
the lines and masses flowing involuted,
drench stems glistening softness, glad.
Slip glassy friction, tightness embracing,
stretched against slab's opening, receive,
in aching anemone lips engulfing,
not aghast feeling mirrored voltage, sweet.
Cast hair beams heavy lidded entering,
planting, seed time, lift hips splayed,
the top grants severe emotion, supine,
golden milk jets lick landscapes, hotly.
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