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Aug 18
She sunk slowly southward, skimming my soul with sweet sighs,
Acutely aware of my amorous... appeal, I ached for her acquiescence,
Daring- Her; I- dazed: Delicately devouring my disheveled desire,
Leisurely lingering, her lips leaving lipstick licks and languor,
Yet it ended, and I yearned for you.
Isaac Ward
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Isaac Ward  24/M/DuBois, Pennsylvania
(24/M/DuBois, Pennsylvania)   
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