Erotic poem: ARADIA by Padma Jared Thornlyre

But for a glimmer
on brush of sage,

this hill is black;
here is no

moon, and I've
already tongued

over three hundred
stars and bathed

in the Pleiades'
pool of tears.

Except for my pulse
this mound is soundless.

I lie on my back,
crotch-startled.

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