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Feb 2015
******* lips and steal my breath
gasping, back arching
I'm not allowed to mark you with my teeth
or nails
but I'll find other ways
of leaving a print

I filled my mouth with honey
Don't you want a taste?
Don't you
Forget about me
Invocation
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Invocation
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