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Mar 2016
I lay (in) fort
puffed plumpy pillows
under sheen of silk slopes
up to touch you.

We lay (in) fort
slowly touching lips brushing
fluffy puffy clouds crunching
between teeth munching.

You lay (in) fort
sipping frothy velvety chocolaty
drips between throat licking
love making.
Rochelle Roberts
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Rochelle Roberts  London
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