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Sep 2020
your kiss is like
Easter Sunday
dressed in white eyelet
wearing daisies
sneaking chocolate bunnies
secretly holding hands
during morning service

your kiss is like
fiery icicles
melting my muscles
tingling my toes
flaming my fingertips
leaves my lips burning
aching for more

your kiss is quietude

your kiss is quivering

your kiss is quintessential
AmandaLou Massingill
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AmandaLou Massingill  50/F/Dallas, TX
(50/F/Dallas, TX)   
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