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Dec 2012
Softest petals painted pink
succulent lips taking a drink
searching for nectar so sweet
where two lips finally meet.

Pink tongue flicks to and fro
for sweet heaven's passionate flow
as juice pours forth filling need
quenching love's burning greed.

Two pair of lips moist and wet
impatiently waiting to be met
completely sated on lover's wine
replete once more on meal divine.
Daytonight
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Daytonight  Louisiana
(Louisiana)   
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