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Jan 2020
When I think of
all the words you said...

the delicate whispers,
the wispy desires…

a genuine intensity
realizes it will
never let you go.

Yet, for now,
my body feels foreign,
because the simplest
tenderness I have yet to feel
is the pleasure of your
Touch.
Written by
S H Violet  27/F/New York
(27/F/New York)   
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   Carlo C Gomez
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