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Sep 2015
i love you
And

(after ******* your throat)

you are so pretty
in short dark
hair eyes
cut by running

with little
rills of
eyeliner
and sweat;

cheaks alive with
glowing of
luster and fair
youth–perfuse;

firm and supple
through the
hip and belly:

i want to be
always kissing
and tasting
deeper
into your thighs.
PK Wakefield
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PK Wakefield
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   September
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