"PECULIAR"
The air is cream
the bed is fire
ah desire, desire!
Cyber bandits in
a place thick with
smoke and laughter,
you tug on my
net stockings,
thighs melt and
stars fly out
of your mouth.
I love you...
It is peculiar
the way your wings
feel against my heart.

Tasha P.Klein

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