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May 2014
Her eyes, the fire, to burn him to his bones
Her smile, the calm, before a storm that grows
Her skin, the silk,in a divine light it glows
Her touch, the magic, that enchants him whole.

For her he yearns, with despair his soul drowned,
But she's free, she frolics, she never can be owned.
J Lobo
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J Lobo  30/Cisgender Male
(30/Cisgender Male)   
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