is there anything more beautiful than a woman writing poems to her own self love?
no.

Alice Thierry

In my own
Early morning dew,

Long lingering fingers
Lavishly lubricated
Lighting my own fire
Liquefied lust
Losing hold
Letting go
Lunar lithium girl
Lying down
Lying to myself
For a fleeting moment
Approaching carnal rapture
I almost believe
I love me.

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