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Nov 2011
Two times already I have started the book
But your nose unknowingly presses
Between my tresses
Upon my neck.

You’d make a joke or two or three
I’d reply sarcastically
Pressing against you
Loving every second of it.

But in all honesty,
Not an ounce in you is ready for me
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