Scantily clad
she stood by the window
and watched him
pluck teal grapes off woody vines—
The pale of the day
blushed
and the scent of morning dew
filled the air with madness divine.
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
March 3, 2020 | OC, California
Engulfed | Mamacita Fuego

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