she travels light,
with only her wry smile
and wicked crinkle.
softly with a jagged edge,
she walks on past, pissed
slicing me cleanly, boldly,
wielding only her momentum,
her good intentions,
and her nancy botwin eyes.
when the pixie dust clears
the dampening dissipates,
and i'm left lying in her wake
bleeding ecstasy devine.
Wow, I can taste this, but I cannot hold it. Beautiful.
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