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Portraits of SeductersLooking limerently,furtive palpitative sweatypursing lipsreleasing oxytocin,making love thatfloats in the humid airand detonates explosivelyon my clavicle,on my breast.Pyrotechnic chemical reactionsbetween their smilesand mine.
PhiltrumA meticulous tickleon soft supple skinCold winter rainturns each strand of hairinto a crystal stalactitethat melts so gentlyinto my heated whispers.But time dictatesthat with time things change.And I feel the trimon my philtrum.Commissioned by mudimba. A poem, in the style of the movie Before Sunrise, using a randomly chosen word. The word was "philtrum." I have no idea, as a lady, what it's like to have a mustache but I just imagine it's a bitch in cold weather.