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She is writhing
I am delicate

She gasps
and I can tell
she is smiling

She always makes love
smiling to herself
and I get to see it

and afterwards
she will say
Thank you
for giving me
these good things
to remember

There is a spot
deep inside Alice
that I can never
quite reach

but as she knows
I will try

I can eat a peach for hours	I knew she wasn't faking	She touched my life for a second and made everything peach-scented	She arose and said matter-of-factly
Erotic nodes	Still she cried, and still the world pursues	The kind of woman who eats ice cream in February	Deep inside, you know that some things are boundless
She smiles in colors	Her, eating apples	It floats forever in a moon-green pool	only fond of the leftover peach
Achingly beautiful	fucklust	stallion mang	A rebel from the waist down
Do I dare to eat a peach?	The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne	Peaches	Peeling an Orange
Oh yes	Noders' poetry	green tea	Nia and The Feminine Spirit

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