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Jun 2018
He rode his fingers upon
      the prairies of her
                                   desires.

Gliding on the wild grass,
          never intruding without
                                       consent.

But she only let him travel
                to her pure
                           waterholes
                                        
Always thirty for him.
Poetic T
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