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Sep 2015
Your name drips
honey from my lips,
I'm addicted.

                                             Your touch, rushes
                                               through my veins
                                             I can barely stand.

You breathe into me
sustaining, the life
of an Angel lost.

                                       The tips of our fingers
                                         touch and I'm drunk,
                                        on the sensation your

essense brings.
Awakening my soul.
Ameerah Holliday
Written by
Ameerah Holliday  29/F/Southern California
(29/F/Southern California)   
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