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Oct 2016
my body a map, and you a wanderlustful explorer
your touch is light
gracing my skin as if it is ancient
and you are taking in the beauty, before i turn to dust

your teeth sink into my skin
as if you are a hungry lioness who has been starved
my moans become the beating of african drums, encouraging you
the sound begs you for more
is this love
or lust
or something more
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