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Feb 2012
Soft curves, shadow lingers,
just below the broad expanse,
of masculine shoulders.
smooth planes of skin,
barely bared below
soft fabric.
peeking out from under
worn edges and faded colors,
the scent of something rich and warm,
like forest floors or sandy coves.
lips press, breath exhales,
begin to quiver, and draw away.
Charlotte Graham
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Charlotte Graham
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