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Aug 2014
Your lips are where I'd spend an eternity
tasting them like wine
again and again
until I fall and stumble, drunken

but they are only a beginning,
a place of origin and discovery
but my journey
doesn't end there, no...

I have too many miles
to travel and I
will not rest until I have
tasted every inch of flesh

though I might linger
for a moment,Β Β between
heaven and your thighs
The Messiah Complex
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The Messiah Complex  48/M/Washington D.C
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