Alliteration Exercise #1

The trunk spears her with a rigid root.  Her soil soft and sullen. The fertile flailing reaches for that sickly sap. Intricate thirsting to drink dry the disgusting dare. An alluring apple bite with tattered teeth and trying trial. Rings wrapped round ripe haunting busts. Breaths begotten but broken and borrowed. Yearning years eagerly awaiting. She ingests the indignant inhale with long ever lost lust. Sun sunk into supple skin.

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