Inkblot

Dresses dancing against a boundless breeze
Orgasm rolling forth
Big yellow buses, big purple bruises
Breaking nails, dirt hiding under
You know just where to touch me

That place, that special gaze
Nothing compares to touch piano fingers, cold and unlaced

To scare me is to win me
To stain me is to scar me
Inkblot butterflies dwell in temples

But it's for her, not you
I'm sorry you feel sick
Inkblot moisture feeding, feeling

Inkblot test
Inkblot bleached right through
Pouring to the other side
Pouring
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