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Nov 2016
Honeyed sweet lust
drips a trail
I long to travel
tongue travail

Pert and round
ripe, ready to pick
my mouth waters
as I long to lick

Anticipation pains me
I want to dig in
my body readies
for original sin

Salivary sensations
toppings galore
this time its honey
no need for more
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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