MY WORLD


HER



Her

Simply,
my world.

Her

Nectar of juice
playing
trickling,
cooling,

Seared flesh!
,
Her

smears,
flavors,
rings,
pierces,

Cool lips!

Her

bite
touch
lick
taste

Flexed abs!

She is

The bloom
that through concrete grows,
the promise it whispers.

A concert inside
a single note of music,
the crystal clear sound of passion.

A fleeting second, a brief moment,
cherished with no regrets
In my own molded universe
Carol is time.

HER

Simply,
my world.

Armand Hamouth

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