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Feb 2019
You plant a cold,
Wet kiss,
Upon my face.
And my head,
And my entire body is touching many parts of you...
But you are not enough
I cannot have every inch of your skin
Though I am found,
I am lost in you again...
You come in many ways,
In many waves,
Sometimes you pulse against me...
I wish I could have all of your everything,
But like what you are...
I fear I will never get all of you...


So is it something sensual, or is it rain? One may never know... Happy fun Friday, hope everyone had a lovely Valentine's day :)
Written by
Maude Laurent  18/F/Michigan
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