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Apr 2016
A hug, a hold, I feel my knots unfold.
The way you kiss, Ooooh, please don't miss!
I glance, I glare, I love you naked there.
Our love, our touch, the smell of you is too much.
It feels sublime, I'm lost in space and time.
Philip Shepherd
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Philip Shepherd  UK
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