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Mar 2022
******* softly
Slip past quivering
Lips.
Teeth pull on tongue
In concentrated bliss.
And golden honey,
Scent laden narcosis,
Drips onto saturated
Skin.
Tafuta Atarashī
Written by
Tafuta Atarashī  28/M/Chicago
(28/M/Chicago)   
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     Keith Wilson and Khoisan
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