ivory white set

19:58 in poems by Tanner

ivory white set
by tanner brockwell

ivory white set
a grin and yet
then yielding
open drift
the downy hairs soft
above your shoulders
lips in rest and dance
nuzzling deep
the hairs a tingle
each fiber in erect stance
as in as so as able rise
dreams are lost or find your eyes
and the murmur satisfying says
shake this danger and aware
gripped with tight pull the down
pull the skin pull at the bone
feel the quiver rise within
and burst as it was again
a burst for pleasure
never ends


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