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Jan 2016
When she comes over for dinner
I grill some t bones medium rare
she inhales the flesh
licks the fork
and then comes up for air

She looks at me and smiles
she knows what lies beneath
before next course here please take this toothpick
there's something caught between your teeth

penne pasta with my home made sauce
salad with olives and feta cheese
chocolate chip ice cream for those who lick their plates clean
she's always one of these
vinny
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vinny  Seattle WA
(Seattle WA)   
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