beckoning
of
senses,
on lower floors
of mantrabreath,
where falls
and whitecaps
meet
to mingle
on
wet
and wondrous
tips
and hoods
of velvet
with a touch of silk.
There may be
milk,
to nurture
and to soothe
sonora valley,
berry cave
twin peaks
a
mantle
keeping warmth
rejecting vibes
and
xeno scribes
so soft
and smooth.
Praised
oft
by Dukes,
green rivers
tasty cukes,
sliced thin
and come
within.
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