the aroma
of words
smoke-filled
musty,
leather clad
sensuality
beloved
remnants
of licked
stained
fingertips
found only
between
the willing
bindings
of an old
poetry book
the aroma
of words
smoke-filled
musty,
leather clad
sensuality
beloved
remnants
of licked
stained
fingertips
found only
between
the willing
bindings
of an old
poetry book
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