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Jan 2014
Your hand slides across the small of my back
Your hair graces down my navel as your knees grasp the floor
Your soft wet lips and their desire to purse every inch of my being

You seek and desire
I pursue and act upon you
Peyton Curran
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Peyton Curran  Portland, Maine
(Portland, Maine)   
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