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Mar 2017
The curve of her naked shoulder,
And the curve of her heart shaped lips.
The curl of her thick ***** hair,
And the smoothness of her bared hips.
A sight privy to his eyes only.
A beauty for his arms solely.
The heart in her chest already his
And vice versa and here there's no words.
Just two souls singing loves melody
As they become one,  coming together.
Brown bodies in a dance
Only they know and whisper to each other
The secret words that they discovered
Beforehand in their hearts and saved
Until action cannot be abstained
And they lose themselves to a sweet,
A beautiful, and intimate thing.
Tafuta Atarashī
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Tafuta Atarashī  28/M/Chicago
(28/M/Chicago)   
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