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Oct 2013
she turns to smile at me
and my head fills
with her voice
with her eyes lips thighs
like she has simply stepped into me
into my soul
and there she dances
there she lay
filling my senses
filling my heart
and i am just overwhelmed
willingly overdosed on her scent
on her lips
her soft skin
her every lovely inch
mark john junor
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mark john junor  59/M
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