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Sep 2018
Lay beside me ....relax and close your grey-blue eyes.... fingers teasing your golden hair so lightly as warm breaths roll from your wholesome ear down to your neck and nape.  Lost am i in your hills and valleys where my language speak is golden tongue.  Seeking refuge in your cave of love, languishing lapping sipping from the sweet sweat your womb exudes.
Semi-literate Poet
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       Kiahlee, Mary Allard and Lizzie
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