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Oct 2014
My beloved has accepted me for who and what I am
There's no pretense hidden within.No unknown thing open to question
Thoughts have come forth out of this inner being freely
My beloved has let me taste the sweet nector  of each breast
To still this manly longing of hunger and need that runs through
My veins but reaches  out softly to my beloved
With eyes the color of desire
Written by
Victor Tripp  phila,pa 19144
(phila,pa 19144)   
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