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Jun 2013
The hand of Lust led us to lay
with expectations of the typical friction-filled
dance two strangers make after wine's brave whispers.

In the darkened room where vulnerabilities hide,
your silhouette danced in mirrored
rhythm of the sighs of ***'s lullaby.

And as true to a violin's rod on strings,
our thighs played each other
methodically.
SG Rose
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SG Rose  San Diego
(San Diego)   
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