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Apr 2015
my lips graze the pulp of her fruit
and she seeps. we cling to the other
and such joy is new heat. our kisses weep.
and yes, we plumb deep.
i ***** at the throat of the nape of her neck,
and her hair speaks.
it drapes
and troubles my weak fist.
i grip herΒ Β lips with my lips
and insist. and yes...

we make love again.

as if " love again "
were the first love
that ever
happened.
Dedicated to Rene. My Love.
Third Eye Candy
Written by
Third Eye Candy  M/USA
(M/USA)   
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