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~Thrill

Bashful delicacies

Like jewelled fire pallor the lovely face

Pleasures piquant

Coil on the sides of his mouth;

snakes dormant, silently conspiring

Sentiment thickens in a rush

of oceanic pulses.

The speckled compassion in his eyes in me

Strikes the thrill, seething

Sparks into lightening into

Quaking possibility

by paige meyner