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Sep 2019
She wore a;

Tight-thin- t-shirt bra-less with white sculpted leggings...

I couldn't catch my breath!

I couldn't un-race my heart.


Intentionally, she burns a fire long out of control.

Any woman that I encounter bares her face.

And her fire may burn forever longing for my hose to extinguish the flames.
TheConcretePoet
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TheConcretePoet  Isle of Poet
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