MAGPIE TALES

Your flesh,

so moist, so ripe,

sweetens as I press

my mouth close.

We cluster together,

twisted and contorted

into one.

We are swollen

and

juicy--

together.

I inhale your essence.

You give of yourself

freely.

We lay waste

to the skin,

to the seed,

to the fertilized bed

of

us--together--one.

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