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Nov 2016
I'm never leaving, so I hope you don't mind
blushing furiously the moment our lips align
as I pull you in closer, our bodies intertwined,
my hands on your thighs as we cross the line.

I'm here to stay, so close and lock the door.
Throw away the key as we watch the skyline,
and talk till the early morning sun rises, before
falling asleep nose to nose; baby you're mine.
S.Z.
Wandering Soul
Written by
Wandering Soul  Perth, Australia
(Perth, Australia)   
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     Glass, Sisilia, ryn, summer and Broken
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