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Aug 2018
The empty flicker of tongue
O'er your surface
Guides me on a quest:
Through rough cheeks
And supple valleys,
On perched bone
And pink flesh,
Trailing hair
And skin,
And scent.
'Til I reach
What we both came for
And will come again.
'Til the bed is soaked
And we are dry
And happy.
Will of Alexander
Written by
Will of Alexander  Lincoln, NE
(Lincoln, NE)   
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   Sara Kellie
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