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Jul 2017
Sunkissed, with a farmer's tan
He brandished his determined eyes
A soft whisk, from velvet hair
And lips that don't tell lies
Knees, shaking and ever weakening
A pulse quick to the touch
Electrified, cells on fire
But one could not call this lust
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