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Post by goldenmyst on May 20, 2021 18:12:51 GMT -6
Summer at the Coffee Shop
Honey hair haloed in flaxen sheen Her gems gleam with a glint of soul transfusion Aglow with occult secrets Of starry-eyed pentagrams And feed into my hungry Chakra galaxy The naked splendor of her midriff Whose node her navel breathes Where her planetary plexus Is a belly dancer's bread and butter
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Post by QueenFoxy on May 20, 2021 20:48:50 GMT -6
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Post by goldenmyst on May 20, 2021 21:01:41 GMT -6
This is a conglomeration of poems that fit the scene at the coffee shop today perfectly. I was there no more than twenty minutes but this barista left an impression.
XoXoXo John
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