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May 13
Ah, that stolen kiss. Motivated from the purest
Innocence, which turned to secret delight. Captured
On friendly lips. It was not your intent

To steal an electric moment. But, oh, the shock
Of fleshly desire. We could speak
Of it. Never.

I see the hint glinting in your eye
To repeat mistaken affection.
I will offer only my friendly face.
S R Mats
Written by
S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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   Jeremy Betts
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