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Dec 2015
I want to fill my mouth with your flavor,
devouring every second thatΒ Β I savor,
your flavour -- down to the last vapor.
Smother you all over my lips, your taste.
Dissolving under my tongue, like paste.
Dripping down my throat, no waste.
the thought alone, I can't erase.
only your lips alone, could replace.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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     Samuel Hesed, ryn, The Dedpoet and ---
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