by Caroline Morel
Dark- red cherry lips
With scars worthy of my inner whips
I peel thy skin to agony
Suck up thy juice anxiously
Craving for my own eau de vie
To come out of my lethargy.
From:
Caroline B.H.C Morel
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Caroline B.H.C Morel
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Last updated December 22, 2011