I love their smell
their smiles
the quicktaunt of their tongues
I love the humour they radiate
their silken powders
colourful augments
enhancements which arent
necessary
for freshshaken in mornings bed
their hair crazy
night sheets spuntwisted in
sexpanic
encouraging deepdeeper
kisses raw frolic
the blur of sleep evaporates
aroused
inspired hardbright eyes they see and
throw shimmering mirrorballs of possibilities aroundsurround us
inciting invigorating us
I love their Twin mirrors
that Im unable to take my eyes from .
. .
Saturday, 18 11.
06
1415,
day-between-2-Ts, 27 11. 24
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