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[dredpiratebunny]

the lush trees whisper conundrums
and lick the back of her neck with pods and seeds
covered in the blanket of powdery sex and fertile sky
her fingers stretch out and catch the wind

oh how they marvel at her grace and daring

the rough roots tear her arms and legs apart in luxurious waves
she delights in the texture
in the feeling of alive that coarses her skin
the waves of dirt and ash she crawls into
that stain her scrapes and face

Comments

[ktpinto.livejournal.com]

Beautiful imagery, darlin'