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Oct 2024
I look at you.
You look at me.
Eyes says it all.
Nothing needs to be said.

I hold your hand.
You hold my hand.
Our touch holds the key.
Nothing needs to be said.
We both get the message.

Our lips meet.
And the feelings send signals.
Yes, we both re ready to mingle.
And again, nothing needs to be said.

Especially, when the subject to be wicked and bad.
Turn out the lights.
Baby comes close.
Or simply like Teddy P stated, close the door.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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