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Nov 16
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There is a motion, a spin of worlds

collides inside my mind.

I watch you walk glue to the hind

of deep desires, the Latin blood

surge through your veins,

your skin in dark, my mind a flood

of dreams and wants,

I watch you walk.

How could I run the curve of you

in pleasure pains,

my hands to steer on every turn

and let you drive me

around a place of no return-


-
H.O
November 15, 2019
“These hips are mighty hips.
These hips are magic hips.
I have known them
to put a spell on a man
and spin him like a top”
― Carol Shields, Dropped Threads: What We Aren't Told
Hector
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Hector  M/Florida, USA
(M/Florida, USA)   
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