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Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Ivory

Her teeth glow like dull ivory
in the dim night wash,
flashing with each small
smile: taunting, inviting.
They glimmer and beckon
and I answer in kind
drawn into the wine
red lips from across the
darkness. Ivory teeth and
alabaster skin and black
silk hair and honied voice
and our shadows joined
one to another in rapture.
Posted by Brad Grenz at 7:58 PM

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