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All the Myriad Rivers
Under your Skin
Suck me into your emerald eyes
Pull me all the way down
Your optic nerves
Slithering around
In the back of your mind
I crave your pheromone inveigle
Ache for the acrid
smell of your wet fur
You snap bolt upright
your eyes abruptly wide
As I slide down your spine
In quest of your adrenals
You shiver as I
Golden liquid fire
Course all the myriad rivers
Under your skin
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