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| Eva Green and Reeve Carney in Penny Dreadful |
Whatever
happens with us, your body
will
haunt mine—tender, delicate
your
lovemaking, like the half-curled frond
of
the fiddlehead fern in forests
just
washed by sun. Your traveled, generous thighs
between
which my whole face has come and come—
the
innocence and wisdom of the place my tongue has found there—
the
live, insatiate dance of your nipples in my mouth—
your
touch on me, firm, protective, searching
me
out, your strong tongue and slender fingers
reaching
where I had been waiting years for you
in
my rose-wet cave—whatever happens, this is.
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