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Aug 2015
I can't stop
thinking about
the way you touch me
fingers, moving slowly
intentionally
across the small of my back

Your voice runs rampant
in my mind
moves through all
of the dark caves
and shady graves
bringing light to a cloudy day

It makes me feel good
inside of my body
from finger tips
to my toes
filling my body whole
with light that is
both bright and sound

Your tongue
caresses me gently
seeking and finding
all of the things I try to hide
I cannot wait
until you dip inside
Liz Devine
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Liz Devine  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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