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Jan 2014
I crave your warm skin against mine.
And the tickle of your breath on my neck.
I want to grab your thighs.
And kiss your soft lips.
Feel your peach-fuzz on my cheeks.
I cannot stay and love you.
It would not be fair.
For what I feel is not love,
But simply Lust.
David Gonzalez
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David Gonzalez  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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   Andrew Parker
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