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Nov 2012
It started with little pecks
two lips touching
once twice thrice
then tongues meet in a sloppy prance
then it grew wilder and bolder like a latin dance
mimicking a lovers' forbidden dance
lips united in a magical whirl
lips tongues bodies in a twirl
hearts minds in a pleasure high
now only a mere memory
of passion once shared
Written by
Mary Rose  USA
(USA)   
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