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Nov 2016
like the flick of a light switch,
he can turn me on, but
he lingers with the dimmer,
keeping my
bulb warm,
heating me up
and then
warming me down
with just the tips
of his fingers
setting the
mood
just
right
and i love how
he makes me feel
electric.
Cweeta Cwumble
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Cweeta Cwumble
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     Balaguer, NV, --- and Cweeta Cwumble
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