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Jan 2017
I will teach you the language of this tongue while our bodies are pinned against the wall.

You will teach me the language of your hips, as they move like rolling tides across my lips.

We tend to blindly give it our all when we know it will be over after nightfall.

Together we will create a language of our own, a mixture of heavy breaths and soft moans.
Branden Youngs
Written by
Branden Youngs  Sad City, WA
(Sad City, WA)   
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