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Nov 2020
Love will come to you,
not as a mist
wetting your face softly,
but as a tremulous storm
shaking your passions loose,
swaying your thoughts
with ravenous appetites,
flooding every arid place inside
with the intimacy of hands gripped,
eyes enchanted,
words laced in poetry.
It feels good to write love poetry again.
South City Lady
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South City Lady  F/Atlanta
(F/Atlanta)   
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         Thomas W Case, BLT, ---, annh, --- and 12 others
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