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Jun 2014
in between puffs of smoke
we locked eyes.
small rings escaping your mouth,
caressed my face;
light headed and mesmerized,
i found myself wanting a taste
directly from your lips.
the crown royal was not the only thing
that had me flushed
hearing you croak a raspy out-hale of my name
Melody Goodner
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Melody Goodner  24/F/seattle, wa.
(24/F/seattle, wa.)   
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