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Oct 2010
I now believe that perfection is felt in the moment my eyes converse with yours.
you respond with a nervous smile.
I believe bliss to be a privilege that can be found in  the young memory of your plush lips wet touch.
It's staggering to believe that my unsteady fingers have found courage to navigate your silky skin under an ivory moon.
All in one breath.
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