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Jan 2013
There’s sweat on my lips;

Her hands are around my neck.

Our lips touch softly,

And she laughs and pauses:

“You taste different,” She says.

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It is hot outside;

Almost as hot as it’s getting

In this apartment.

Yes, there is sweat on my lips…

That comes with a Texas kiss.
Nathaniel Munson
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Nathaniel Munson  Texas
(Texas)   
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