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Mar 2018
My hair fell limp
Alongside my face
It cascaded down
Grazing my lace

My lips brushed yours
I felt our embrace
Your body on mine
I'm loving your taste

My eyes engaged yours
This can't be erased
The sensual pleasure
I'm dripping (Like I just ran a race)
Midnight
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Midnight  20/F/PA
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     Glassmuncher, TSPoetry, --- and Tash Mckay
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