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Mar 2018
Your legs and arms around me
You smell of sleep and sweet dreams
Like soft, clean linen mixed with a sweet flower, a scent of unkempt hair swirls around me creating an intoxicating painting of beauty
We learned about pheramones in school, males are attracted to females for their scent, females are attracted to males for their post-pubescent voice. Each *** is attracted to the other. Black and white. Straight.
I think my female body is attracted to your female body because of the sheer beauty you hold
You're like fine art, it doesn't take much for me to fall for you
I feel as though I'm exactly where I need to be, roaming the halls of your museum  with tough brick doors and empty glass cases of obserdities for years.  I could drop wine glasses and trip over the ancient rugs.
You cry too deep
Eleanor
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