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Jun 2018
Her sinister smiling soul
hungry dripping severed ache
bites and tears consumes my flesh
then tenderly nips , meets my breast
wicked
crooked
down leaning spine
creeps over and under weaving twine
upon its ever icy ache
cautious
frozen
freezing place
a tender kiss stops cold and stiff
remains a mid air inhuman glitch
I love the way you harshly move
jutting your words to match your mood
her taste still striking at my tongue
creeps crooked soft lit spun
Noel Billiter
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Noel Billiter  40/F
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