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May 2019
the taste of your grass
the feel of your silk
in my mind, it lasts
my hands on your hips

my mountains are soft
my branches have leaves
they shiver in thoughts
of feeling your bliss

we stand as two rocks
through caverns, we reach
unexplored insides
with fingers and lips

the deeper we go
the warmer we feel
there're no greater joys
than your sounds and your kiss
May 26th, 2019
Stephanie D
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Stephanie D  F/Brazil
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