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I fingered her
caressing the fabric of her skin
firm and tight
she smelled like seashores
in recluse a rescued delight
a bottle spun inside the hallows
tongues released her voice
stretched from under cover
opened,
a journey to meet the sea
feverish, fresh, full of antiquity
I ate upon her knowledge
basking between the darkened light
lifting of the spirits
an indication of another
well spent hardened night
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