walker j.

no words we speak…spill moans…our bodies meet…slick in sweet…thick thighs unleashed…whispers turned poetrytouching like dreams…moon fires between teeth…water crystals on tongues…blossoming flesh…we come togethercrops planted…in scorching suns…til harvest moons…nurturing rain…the blood for our sake…we grow love…in barren fields…no escape…scarred bodies…healed with black breaths…we give…milk from our mothers…to rest…in indigo peace

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