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Sep 2017
the gentle kiss on the lips
the smell of hunger in your breath
the taste of hennessy on your tongue
my fingers tangled in your hair

.  .  .

your lips lingered against my neck
the time stood still;
i glanced into those gleaming, beautiful, chocolate brown eyes

.  .  .

i always wonder,
what if?
i try not to think about it a lot, but talking to you always brings the memories back.
Ginelle
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Ginelle  Canada
(Canada)   
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