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Oct 2017
I could feel the heat
of her touches like
I’m being glued to the sun.
She’s that too much;
too delicate but warm
As my fingertips linger to
all the places she allowed me
I kissed her like she’s water
Like I’m comforted by the sea
I crave more of her soul
and sweet murmur of please
between my mouth, she pushed me
To go home, to go very deep
I wander through her spirit
While our hands fit perfectly
I lift her up, she bury me,
I gave her all my love
I let them free.
Artyprose
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Artyprose  F/Philippines
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