the very thought of you
has my legs spread apart
like an easel with a canvas
begging for art
"like your mouth has the gift of reading and i'm your favorite book. find your favorite page in the soft spot between my legs and read it carefully."
"deeply hooded with conviction
the rivers of punjab
flow through my bloodstream so"
for you to see beauty here
does not mean
there is beauty in me
it means there is beauty rooted
so deep within you
you can't help but
see it everywhere
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