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Jul 2016
She's ******* ****,
like biting your lower lip and
pulling your hair out ****.
Lazy Sunday morning ****,
the kind of **** that lingers
and continues to surprise me
when I least expect it.

My teeth ache in yearning
to knot my fingers up in
her oceanic waves,
my teeth ache for her
on the bridge above.
Justin S Wampler
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Justin S Wampler  30/M
(30/M)   
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     Aazzy, Argentum, ---, SPT and Justin S Wampler
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