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Ian Bravestone
Paper Skin
your desire splashes
Ink
from my veins
Lust
breeds ferocity
Emotion
catapults amplified
Fluid
swells flesh
Fingers
suckle the flavor
Poetry
caligraphed on paper
Skin
Thrown
As reason's thrown from caution’s perch
I motion my hand upon your breast-
fingers and thumb caressing its volume.
A pear in my palm.
My torso, hardened by gymnasium tools
cements to the small of your back-
a moistened merger.
When our breathing shallows,
I feel your femininity soften
to the rising and rhythm of my flesh.
When I glide my fingers to your lips
I am cheered to be so welcomed.
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**Copyright 2008 Ian Bravestone, all rights reserved
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