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Jun 2018
Missing her
The weight of her head
On my bare chest
The smell of her hair
Filling my nose
Her fingers running through
The course hair of my chest
She pulls herself close to me
I turn my head and our lips meet
In a soft but longing engagement
Hearts begin to beat
Faster... faster... faster

but that is past
And I am lonely now
t ulysses
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t ulysses  41/M/Turkey for now
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