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Wild cat mane, cascading coils
Deep in nature's rock embroils
Primal muddy fingered feelings
Sets observer's senses reeling
Locked in time
Locked in space
Nothing can move but the eyes in her face.

 

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Inviting as a conch
Her lower lip a treasure
Rich and red and rare
No longer embedded
Like the fossils in stone
A luscious, oysterous delicacy
To prize from its matrix
To bring home

 

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Buon fresco
Blended flesh
A mud marriage
Only your pleading eyes
And succulent lips
Speak of future pleasures
Not past embeddedness

 

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Upturned eyes reach out
Breaking free
They speak to me
While rich dark colours, red and brown
Hold your body firmly down

 

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Now a fully human girl
Stretched
Relaxed
Wet muddied rounded mounds
A sleep of silent sexuality

 

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Semi sleeping
Lethargic fingers creeping
Primal ouses seeping
Stone pipped nipples
Body pulled from stone

 

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Lost and found again
Little dying
Fingers flying
Hands supplying
Fossiled anus open ring complying

 

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Transformation
Solid stoned
Human visage
Image embalmed
Girl looks bewitched
Enchanted
Alarmed

 

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Escaped
This threatened primal creature
Cave dweller
Squats
Evacuating

 

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For afters
Chocolate pears
Stone fruit
Tongue laps
Back into origins

 

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But
We can no longer be
As we were made
Even with nakedness
Fully displayed

 

All the poetry by Nick Owen ©

Many thanks for your lyrics

Luis and Idoia

 

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