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Aug 2014
like tiny fresh petals,
slowly and gradually stretching out of their stalk, he slowly kissed me
a kiss that still haunts my memory when I touch my soft brown lips.
his kiss opened up many gate ways like new stars crawling out of darkness of night skies to show their new bright light on oblivious planets, universe and skies of day and night.
like tiny fresh petals
a world of emptiness, desperation welcomed him with eyes wide open, body soul and mind awakening ready for a place for him to fill it, to fill the painΒ Β i was involuntary feeling.
like fresh tiny petals
his love
our kiss,
his touch,
hearts left beating
he deflowered me.
Queen
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Queen  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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   SPT and Erenn
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