george albot


Morning rain


You need to pass yourself over me,
My craving lips are waiting to taste
The morning dew, I’m dew, for your dew
Let me open my mouth, and let the flavor
Of the dew
Burst onto my tongue
I need my thirst to be satisfied

Submitted: Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013
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