The Sexiness in the Heat of Summer. {poetry}
They say the Italian girls have hot blood. Oh, how we rage. Our little bodies a violent ray of heat, we love like we burn… blistering.
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tongue
I Have Lightning On My Tongue, It Sends Shivers Through My Teeth. {poetry}
Roots rip open the soles of my feet.
I walk with soil underneath,
tall grass grows in the path I weave.