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Mar 31
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.
Written by
Ameliorate  30/Canada
     ---, Jacob Cuadro and Khoi-San
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