There is a need for
lips pressed the press
of hands seeking.
Here in my
straight back chair
hold back the firestorm
with your elegant hands
and with your lips
claim the hollow
at my throat.
Scatter silk like
autumn leaves.
Allow me to fall
like the ripe flesh
of sweet fruit.
artist: Lu Jianjun
Thank you so much John.
You are very graciously welcome so much, Holly!!!
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This is so beautiful to read.