Tea

you drink me with your glare until I can spill nothing, until you've made enough room to trickle in touch by touch to flow to pour pleasantries down my spine behind and down my thigh cupping my heel for a real feel of just how much I can truly hold...   -B. Brown   (... Continue Reading →

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