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Sep 2016
The lips smile
A sideways grin
Begging for a kiss
Makes you go the extra mile
But don't scrape your shin
Enjoy giving bliss

The mouth of, which I speak
Contains no teeth or tongue
When excited begins to leak
Find the right spot, acts as if it's stung

Juicy as a freestone peach
Eat it greedily
Because when it is out of reach
You want it needily

Kiss it tenderly, nice and slow
If you are doing it right, you will know
Hands will push you into it
To stop, they will not permit.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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