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Feb 2014
sometimes both at the same time.
Tell me a joke.
Keep me quiet with kisses.
Your humor in a aphrodisiac.
I crave you.
I wish my hands were yours.
Is it a crime to laugh when you're aroused?
No need for skin flicks when I have a camera on my phone.
Flick through pictures of my skin instead.
You don't need permission
to discover every inch of my body.
Circa 1994
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Circa 1994  Florida
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