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Aug 3
Maybe I miss the late nights of flesh interwoven
sheets cast aside and candlelit silhouettes
Baby I miss the peace found between kisses
placed on the nape of your neck
Crazy that this blue flame misses your
Red fire and riding rhythm
Vainly I miss watching those hips walk away
But it's a sight I'll never trade
//On lust and love//
Jack Jenkins
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Jack Jenkins  24/M/Washington State
(24/M/Washington State)   
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