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Jan 2015
she says she's excited,
more excited than when she read..

i'm still tryna make a prequel, but the script is in my head,

like,
her beauty was that of natures, sacred & amorous..
such a fine, divine, kind.. couldn't be captured by a camera lens..
&my; sole dream was to lay on that land of bliss..
till her hands grip the sheets &she; pounds them like hammer fists.

her taste.
like a heaven-sent, angel scent wine..
laced,
with a hint of forbidden nectar from the fruit of divine..

&sav;; some for dessert may have been the past deal..
but in this prequel, im digging in like its my last meal,

&her; pronunciation of vowels, is elite..
in fact, she invents a new sound whenever i go deep.

deeper than the ocean, our emotions have no depth.
&like; the sea the aftermath made it seem like we had wept*.




-afj
AFJ
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AFJ  626. Los Angeles
(626. Los Angeles)   
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