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Mar 2016
whispers of sweet nothings in her ear
kind words with air being blown
breath, moist and warm
lingers on her collarbone

soft tongue caress
the warm flesh of her clavicle
and cool fingers undress
removing the last article
  of clothing

mouth meets salty sweat, and
lips trace her silhouette
Natalie
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Natalie
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