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More in MosquitoBytes Volume 03: Ensanguined Quiescence - 2005

The Sorrow

Amaranthine Fetish

There is coyness
It's in your voice
Are you hiding from me?
Or yourself?
You start
Then stop short
A laugh that trails
Words in conflict
Whilst I?
I sit listening
Happy to hear your voice
Yet as I listen
A teat rolls down my cheek
No
Don't fret my love
It's not for me

© 2005, Mosquitobyte

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