Through her pregnant eyes

Slick, thin

Full with roundness

Like a butter stick

Shy in her own warmness

Her pride, an everlasting gaze

Licking its fingers

Its taste a handful of fiery milkshakes

Of all spices and colors

Appetites, a hungry soundless aroma

Demanding to be fed

A classy full of love┬ádrama…

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