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Dec 2015
one hand
driven up sunken
inhaled midsection
resting at wet sternum
pausing to spread
five fingers
i can feel the beat quicken

digging them in
i inch up toward her

body angularΒ Β 
waves of her churn
i eat dishes beastly
her entire plate clean
mike dm
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mike dm  NY
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