when the sun drips down bedding heavy behind
the front of your dress all shadowy lined
and the droning engine throbs in time
with your beating heart . . .
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when the sun drips down bedding heavy behind
the front of your dress all shadowy lined
and the droning engine throbs in time
with your beating heart . . .
(comments off - sexy, blog-incompatible version here)
