Linger, honey
tiptoe stand
massage unrequiting trees
i'll rub oil in your arches
on the callused balls of your feet
bend your knees in faded denim
tremor above
let me anticipate you
i'll rake your flesh with my fingers
honey for you are one
goddamn lovely
terrible mystery
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