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Like A High Priestess
Like a High Priestess I mix colors on the floor. Lots of men are laid out at my feet like fine carpets. Lots of men want to live in my breath but my breath isn’t there. They breathe on my nape and tell me Enter, they groan in a tempest of tight jeans. They’ll never smile at me, I’m not a party to their transgression. When I stumble they offer me a clumsy hand, or a quickie. I bend over night after night in my thin mini dress and make my bed. They can’t even see my clit or grab my ass. These are truly two of the wonders of the world; they don’t realize what they’re missing when they’re not laid out at my feet like fine carpets.
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