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Jan 2018
My eyes rested on you
nestled into your grey-blues
shimmering in evening light.
lips settled onto
the shifts of your mouth
berry ripe
to taste, lap and ****.
Bodies absorbed weight,
comfort in warmth,  
swell and fall
pulse and lush.
Feeling we belong.
grumpy thumb
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