i dreamed you touched me, my right breast;
your hand unhurried
and heedful
inside my navy bra
it was heaven
i feel it still
nipple
hardly
submissive-
your hand
so
fitting
your skin
so
mine
a male zebra is called a stallion and female mare.
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Poetryof zebras - the love collection here, when i say i never want to be without you, somewhere else i am saying i never want to be without you again. and when i touch you in each of the places we meet, in all of the lives we are, it's with han...
