There was something

in the air that day

sharp violets

tinged with hunger

 

It dripped from her lips

 

Plum puddles

riddled with lust

skating off the cusps

of her folds

 

That vessel could drown you

 

Nearly besiege you

 

Form itself into a fountain

with two-legged pillars

encasing that youth

and binding you

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