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May 2019
Red and black flannel,
protecting what I seek,
tanned and freckled skin,
she is hiding underneath.

I seek to connect the dots,
with my tongues tip,
kissing here and biting there,
giving things a nip.

I peel down the collar,
exposing shoulder and neck,
in her mirrored eyes I see,
a sensual glinting fleck.

My hot breath causes shivers,
setting nerves on fire,
her baby hairs all stand,
like coiling burning wire.

Hands move at her waist,
a knot simply twist untied,
the robe drops to the floor,
the meaning is implied.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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