Lingering Fawn

I lay naked in a ditch, waiting to meet you.
I put myself there, fell in and decided this is where I’ll stay.
The ground is cold but I can feel the earth’s core,
burning me like a hot steam.
If I close my eyes I can feel your arms around me.

I wait for you to drive by and mistake me for a dead fawn.
Take interest in my remains.
Pick me up, bring me home and bathe my body as I lay limp.
Wrap me in white linens.
And breathe life,
Into me,
Thru my cunt.

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