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Nov 2019
The scent of the flower matched her ice blue eyes
As the silk petals brushed my thighs

Beautiful colouring to attract the bee
I Taste the nectar brought home to me

Her lips brushed my face as I bowed for one last smell
Her secret is mine I will not tell
Terence James Potter
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Terence James Potter  69/M/Wales
(69/M/Wales)   
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