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Tea May 2016
I bet your lips taste like cherry pie,
With chocolate milk soaked between.
Only dreaming of strawberry lips
Lips the color or summer sun, and cherry soda.
Face flushed like a virgins first kiss
Above her silky locks rests a golden halo
Lush roses are tangled against the angelic metal.
Tea May 2016
A beautiful angel sent from above
Skin made of silk
Wings built from pale rose petals
A guardian angel
Our skin touched
My eyes fluttered like your angelic wings
Embrace me
Your wings crackle against my flesh
And rip the silk apart.

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