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smelling the moss
i am wrapped around
your little pinky of desire
i keep looking at all the bark
and smelling all the moss
a fire whimpers on
while i
head into a bottle of scotch
wandering
through thoughts
and lost in you
the image
of you
in the woods
and all the wilderness
that takes place
This is great stuff! The only thing that bothered me was "little pinky of desire", kinda corny..."desired litte finger"..."little pinky"...something less wordy. Good stuff.