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Jun 2017
"I know a woman with dark hair and beautiful brown eyes with an attractive smile that I can kiss for awhile.Her lips are quick with the lipstick, and her tongue is as lukewarm as my warm coffee. I love when she is with by my side, and with us in the heat, oh I can massage her delectably soft feet that I can kiss for hours until there is no power. These lips of mine are lecherously warm, and I make your body sweat and drip like you got caught in a storm.The nurses purse, and the writers book side by side, are tucked in tight, while I make love to you tonight.
I kissed your lips and grabbed your hips when it was late.The bed was creaking, and you we're leaking; I think there was an earthquake because we're soulmates.All that went through are minds is chains and whips, and oh how you remind me of delectable chocolate and energizing coffee after every sip. In the darkness and in the light, with scars and age spots; you are the most beautiful woman to me day and night.I know you tanned or white, and you are my Undine with a spear, that wants to ****** her way into a different career. I know had an operation, but that gave you  determination to move forward on your itinerary with me. Even if you lost a limb, you're out to win no matter what it takes even if you're locked in an unbreakable crate.God has opened up the gates of heaven; when you think about it at eleven. The gates of hell are closed, and we weren't wearing any clothes; I never felt so much heat at this time, and it was late. We needed to cool off and ask lucifer for a break.The time was getting late but we didn't care; we just nimbly slipped under the covers with no underwear.We reached the finish line, and we were tired, so we blissfully drank some water. When the clock hit midnight I kissed her goodnight, and we curled up in a fetal position on the bed; where our minds pondered on the proverbial weights we carried about getting married, and our heart and soul we're open to having children. You are the woman with the cure, and I'm the poetic man that will write to you through every season because this is the reason your medicine is going to be where our life begins."
Shane Michael Cleary
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Shane Michael Cleary  31/M/Montreal, Quebec
(31/M/Montreal, Quebec)   
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