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Jan 13
I meant to write about the fire
I swear I did
But you did something clever
And within you hid

As I watch it dance
I see only your hips
As I feel its warmth
I taste only your lips

If you're the fire
Then I'm the wood
That you devour
Just because you could

It's a pleasure to burn
Dylan Waits
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Dylan Waits  28/M/Atlanta
(28/M/Atlanta)   
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