MadelineA Poem by Ruby Isabel Sandoval
Skin that smelled like apricots on a hot day.
I wish I'd never tasted it. Then I would not crave, with lips dripping, the sullen tarte. Salivating at the memory of juicier encounters and nights not worth a second thought. © 2011 Ruby Isabel Sandoval
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Added on August 8, 2011 Last Updated on August 8, 2011 AuthorRuby Isabel SandovalBrookfield, ILAboutI'm an aspiring poet and librarian. I love writing and painting. more..Writing
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