a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

November 26, 2004

What if you drank me down like a warm bottle of deep red wine, flavor of my tannins and a throaty topnote giving a teen-aged nuclear burn to your belly, what if you drank me down once, then smiled like the vixen you are, alive on the top floor of a west coast castle, then swallowed me down again, and again?

Would you let me buzz your blood and brain?

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