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Feb 2020
You taste like sunbeams on a chilly day.
Warm, divine.
You feel like a flame.
Engulfing, hungry.
Together we dance.
In a series of blinding sun and consuming heat
we search for our breath, but there isn't any.
When our senses have combined in our heated love,
we lay back, staring at the sky, to sunbathe.
Olivia A Keaton
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Olivia A Keaton  16/F/West Virginia
(16/F/West Virginia)   
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   Carlo C Gomez
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