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Feb 2015
Feeling my fingers rolling in your head, so very high again
Pushing against the bark of trees
Rain soaking us both
soft, warm earth
taking us in.

If I can't make the tip, may you find another
To sink into you, into your sweet mouth
Delicious build up, can't hold back
How you held and kissed the open tears of heaven
And the mountains revealed secret paths.
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