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Dec 2011
At last our veins do interlace

Water pump beats and liquid rust thrusts,
Through your neck, face, and three freckles that
Spot your cheek

A kiss to your flush shoulders
A Slight gap to your mouth opens up
For once you let out air

And more air you've expelled -You breathe in pleasure
You breathe in more pleasure
Gargoyle temptress, does it excel all else?
M P Hill
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M P Hill  29/Midwest
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