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Feb 2014
Taste the wine of my soul;
Sweet, aged.
The most ethereal inebriation.

Savor my ****** curves.
Fill yourself with lust.
Drain yourself of stress.

The finest gluttony at work.
Serving up a fresh plate of serotonin,
and a side of testosterone.

Feast on love
garnished with flies,
resting on fine china.

Good enough to eat.
Jordin
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Jordin
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