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Jul 2013
Had I but waited
With eyes closed
I would have never tasted
The falling of your lips upon mine
Soft at first with gentle teeth
Crescendoing into passioned heart beats
Melting into the sacred shadows between our hips
Until now.
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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   Lorraine day, Timothy and Brandon
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