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Jul 2018
A sudden pleading quiet.
A hushed inhalation.

Holy ****! Love struck?
That First passing beauty.

A rising inner heat.
Drip of sweat,

Your Very core shook ...

“How he feels for boys.”

The balance lost
Beneath your feet.

Lovestruck!
“You’re beautiful to me”

Thief of Breaths’
Confidences.

My Beautiful Hushed inhalation.
A silent stolen breath’s
Narration.
Butch Decatoria
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Butch Decatoria  47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)   
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