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Jul 2014
another glass of red wine fits right in with her red lips,
both have a sense of desire, lingering
longer and ever so softer,
and if in that moment
I move toward them like the sun to the horizon,
night will begin and I'll lay her back
and taste the red of her lips
with only an inch between us.
Rick Snow
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Rick Snow  23/M/Maine
(23/M/Maine)   
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   --- and Ariel Baptista
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