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May 2014
I won’t forget his name
On my tongue, it lingers
And stays with the flame
He leaves with the touch of his fingers

A warm peck on my forehead
Ends up giving me shock, widespread
Quick and shallow but it leads us to the bed
And so everything else remains unsaid

Along with his sweet kisses
Come the soft brushes
Of something squishy and fleshy
Deep and heavy

Wherever his lips touch
A breath or two, I try to catch
Will I ever get enough
Or will this soon be another bluff?
Austine
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