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Aug 2013
Your lips are the ripest plum;
that I cant keep myself from bitting

The ridge of your nose is the loveliest curve;
that I cant keep from tracing

Your eyes are a deep arctic ocean;
I can't keep myself from falling  into

oh how hard it is;
to resist
the delectable sweetness
of your tender kiss

Your body's the Earth,
mine's the Moon,
I can't help making love to you
steel tulips
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steel tulips  Vancouver
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