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Nov 2017
I've wasted time not kissing you
But that thought is not new.
Your being truly captivates me;
Your lips, your hips,
Your thighs, your eyes.
Lost in a sea of our activity
My mind losing grip on reality
In the face of your intoxicating personality.

I've not wasted time in kissing you.
A thought that spins around in my head, when I see you and didn't say anything. Time that could have been better spent
Written by
Peter Bonvoisin
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   Glassmuncher
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