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To carefully review upon completion — A brief affair with a butterfly
Harbouring destiny like it’s meant to be.
The storm of her presence penetrates and pinches what matters.
Her misty-cliffs aren’t a safety stop, this is why the running water accompanies the sailor without much choice left to be made by pulling the strings attached to expectations.
Bruised palms, released the hold..
Fresh open-sea-salt sprinkled the wounds and shouted, live young son and breathe her thunder.
She bursts at my doorstep with the courage to produce a fault in the geo-political actuality.
I locked the door as a habit, she did not mind as her freedom is practiced by enthused emotion and not keys to many doors.
Some olive seeds were over-chewed against the necessity to pretend or prolong this: hold me closer.
Fuck this lettuce, my salad spilled over and she was giggling at my clumsiness.
Yes, I enjoyed the masterpiece of her voice. Tuned carefully to listen and speak later, with fewer words than her rich vocabulary permits to blabber.
So the glancing, promoted legs crossing, tongues twisting and cuddling with the nature of the night, the petting, the licking, the tickling was the cherry…
