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Jun 2019
She guided my fingers and told me to paint on her canvas.

Her moans were pleasantly loud as were they vibrant.

Fiery reds, deep blues, blinding whites and never ending blacks were just the tip of her color palette that night.
A Touch Of Poetry
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A Touch Of Poetry  36/M/NYC
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