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Apr 2013
I wonder about the true shape of her body
The curves and swoops of it
Curves and then swoops around mine
And it makes me wonder about
The true shape of her body

Mouth open wide with
The eyes right behind
Mine and you’re
Behind my eyes
With a mouth wide open

Clothes pinned up and back
Out of the way
Night falls and I repeat myself
And turn myself back inside out

I love the feeling
Of your sunset on my ocean bay

The orange hands of your rays
Enter the bluish green spans
Of my salty waves
And then leads me back
Into the gentle night
When we took our last breaths
Andrew McElroy
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Andrew McElroy  30/M/Florida
(30/M/Florida)   
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