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Oct 2018
Seductive, those lips.
Sensual, those eyes.
Hypnotic, that voice.
If I never say a word while we talking.
Your voice will get me doing all kinds of dreams.

And when I innocently look at your lips.
I admit other things comes to mind.
Things I can only visualize.

And those radiating eyes.
Shine like a cat in the darkness of night.
Yes, those lips, those eyes, and that voice.

I am glad I can be called your chosen one.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
(united states)   
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   Keith Wilson and LostInFire
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