Sweeper

Grey sparrow mornings call wakes me

My tummy resplendent in morning due

Wispy touch of my lovers from 
Like Ivy’s creeping 

Reaching slowly pricking

Tickles me wisperly 
Points of tinkering 

Making senses open

Rose petal feeling

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