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Jun 2014
Hands like soft sandpaper graze my skin
Leaving trails of heat like sunlight
You placed your collage of kisses
                              
                                     Here
                                                            ­    
                                                                ­           And here
                        
       Also here

Like a treasure map all over my body
That eventually leads to my raw lips
That smile because those pale purple marks
Are play buttons that let me relive that moment
M
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M  29/F/Boston
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