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Feb 2013
My hips sweep against your body so light
Tracing the contour of your face
I don’t want to waste time
Let's make this right
My sweet full lips travel to another land
It’s foreign to me but it seems so right
My hands linger in between
I beg and I need
May I borrow your body?
What about your mind?
Can I make it mine?
Drink it up wrap it around a vine
Intertwine our minds let them love
Shall we never be unkind
Flawless Contradictions
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Flawless Contradictions  45/F/Michigan
(45/F/Michigan)   
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