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Aug 2016
Surfing at the duvet
where I found all your fingers
they grasped all my bridges
so I placed a kiss upon your ridges

Your body came in waves
sure upon the shore
and both our bodies collided;
touched into the core

Salt the taste of sweet
upon my fiery tongue
and arms just like a puppet
from laying down to strung
Thomas Alan
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Thomas Alan  M/Newcastle, UK
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