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Mar 2020
Darkening night sky
Crescent moon shape between you and I
Taste of lust on your lips
Hand brushes slowly up my thigh.

Whisper your name
Fist clenched sheets
Learning the language your body speaks.
Bringing me toward my defeat.
© JUPITERSPROUT March 2020
Written by
Ameliorate  31/F/Canada
(31/F/Canada)   
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     ---, Jacob Cuadro and Khoisan
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