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Feb 2015
Silk skin, pale as the lotus petal,
Glistening with pearly sweet nectar,
Touch of molten metal.
Sensation collector.
Sensual running fingertips,
Over prickling hair.
Sweat, beads and drips.
Breathe in the amorous air.
Deep breath, heave and swoon.
Fresh, tastes like mint.
Exotic flowers bloom.
Caresses, sparks on the flint.
lloyd britton
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lloyd britton
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