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Apr 2016
Like ink set on paper
Your words have left a mark
A rapidly growing flame
Lit by a wayward spark

With my hands and my lips
I long to wander your skin
But I taste you with my eyes
And learn the flavor of your sin

With each turn of the page
Uncovering something new
I will take my time tonight
In discovering you
Tia White
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Tia White  Georgia
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