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Aug 2018
Feed me your mouth,
   so I can satisfy my desires
      with the taste of our destiny.
      
      I long for the rush,
      from our lips, when they touch.
    symbols of each other,
signaling one another,
   our body language,
  speaking to,
us.

Lost in forever,
the moment consumed,
by passion
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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       Phoenix32, halfmoonprxnce, Lora Lee and Keith Wilson
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