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Nov 2019
not only do i
  need her but
i want her.

those
   green emerald
eyes like
  2 emerald
shards of ice.

those
   mesmerizing *******
  and gum drop
******* that
  poke through
every piece of
   clothing.

that
   hourglass figure
that haunts
  me as i sleep.

those lips...
   where kisses
are meant
   to be missed.

one night,
  i wish to
have my
   own lips
buried deep
  within her
thighs.
TheConcretePoet
Written by
TheConcretePoet  Isle of Poet
(Isle of Poet)   
65
   Tori Schall
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