Foliage

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Ever notice?

It means nothing to them?

those girls with peaches and cream, café au lait, peau de couleur foncée

their lush hair, plump calves, rosy cheeks

kiss us like they mean it with open mouth, little inquiring tongue

force of two coming together, chests heaving in sync

who knew straight girls could give so much in the heat of a moment?

unhooking bras, peeling underwear, knowing they’ll be kissed where

their boyfriends press with lack of ardor

for we girls are midnight foxes, we stay in places others only visit

fleetingly

complaining of neck pain, jaw pain, inability to know the ins and outs

oh we know the ins and outs, we know the inside curl and the convex

like a well drawn map

they pull their panties down for us so eagerly, we’d be fooled into thinking

they were of our…

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6 thoughts on “Foliage

  1. My goodness. Wow. I have so many things to say. One, this is beautiful and yet, haunting. I feel that rising up, that urge for the soft lips and soft body of a beautiful lover. I ache for her. There were several lines that really stood out to me and gave me pause and a sigh of wistful yearning and even some hope. Lovely writing as always, Candice. 💕

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