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Jul 2012
Tis not
the honest sweat of work
but pleasure
that makes transparent our love
as it does thy cotton dress
drenched
by sudden rains that cooled our ardor
causing laughter to replace
the playfulness
of moans upon our lips
come now my love
and let me once more remove your clothes
and warm you
in my arms.
Written by
DieingEmbers
490
   Melissa S, ---, martin, --- and ---
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