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Jan 2020
My mind made to  quiver, nerve endings shiver.
From the sliver of pleasure your lips deliver.

Legs go weak as I take a peak.
At the thing called fondness of your warmness.

Passion ablaze like the brightest of fashion.
Only to despair at the lack of air.

Apart our lips depart.
Her eyes so deep my heart takes a leap.

In conceit we decide to repeat.
kissing if you couldn’t guess
Written by
Jedidiah Wolbaum  24/M/USA
(24/M/USA)   
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