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Jul 2016
I tend to
MELT AWAY
in your sensual touch
without reservation
as I release
to you all that
I am

Biological
temptations
feed our
fantasies
and lust
for carnal
pleasures

No denial
of liberties
taken when
slipping in
our secret
word of
lost love.
Written by
Allen Robinson  The Burgh
(The Burgh)   
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