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Nov 2020
I missed the love that we used to make,
how when I was looking at you, I knew
that you were so true, so soothing to feel
our skin streaming in synchronicity,
our eyes, hands, arms, thighs, and feet
creating heat, this spectacular palace
that we lived in, to savor your majesty,
seeping in the deepest and richest parts
of your sparkling existence.
Travis Green
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Travis Green  30/M/Middlesex, NC
(30/M/Middlesex, NC)   
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