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Jan 2019
Ah yes, the pure desired essence of this, nothing compares.

The way her hungry eyes grip me in full "take me" stare

Even her shadow begs for her to stop standing there

With mouth agape, please press your tongue against mine over here

I see heaven in your eyes and with you, I see heaven everywhere
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The Concrete Poet  M
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