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Jan 2017
sweet gas station champagne
and rocky *******
melodic moans escape
as you whisper my name
our tongues dance
like children in soft summer rain
silky lips on my *******
desire surging through my veins

now drunk on your presence
and high on romance
you softly kiss my forehead
then slip on your pants
body tingling, mind racing
while lost deep in your trance
you waltz out the door and slur
"glad i had the chance”
Leigha Fabian
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Leigha Fabian
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