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Jun 2013
She grabbed me by the scruff of the beard,
And said, “You gorgeous man, you!”

I watched as she expressed herself,
All busy hands and ******* in the late spring cold.

All silver love and confidence,
with her secret, seducing soul.
infidelnc
Written by
infidelnc  Appalachia America
(Appalachia America)   
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