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May 2019
Her caresses,
her kisses,
and
her ever stimulated motioned body
were nights
of pure fantasy
as she
tied me up
in her
passion filled
silent lucidity.
Morning afters...
....
I never once
asked;

to be
untied.


written by me... ..
Written by
The Concrete Poet  M
(M)   
87
   White Widow
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