this teetering croquembouche of impudence
ars poetica
Lose myself in your blueberry eyes Magnolia, kiss your mauve lips of grapes, squeeze your fleshy, milky macaroon breasts, smell your opium breath of subconsciousness, labyrinth of desires.
— Laura Gentile,
Seraphic Addiction
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