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The smell that drifts
From your labia to my front door
The warm invitation of odor
An American would frown at
As well turn their nose
But enough to arouse my suspicion
And perhaps something else…

About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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