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Jun 2020
Your kiss is poison.
When your hands touch my body, it's an addictive substance that summons my soul for more.
When you're angry and not around, i yearn for the existence of love and your touch.
Your soul completes mine in company and without.
Your smile is my destiny, so happy and bright but when you cry i take my right thumb and swipe away those tears you been hiding from all the demons inside.
You are my poison addictive and sweet, like a piece of chocolate which melted in my mouth right at the touch of love and happiness.
Rosemary Porretta
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Rosemary Porretta  22/F/Canada
(22/F/Canada)   
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