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Nov 2014
Pools of smoke race off his tongue
As convincing words flee his mouth  

By the grace of his worn leather jacket
I'm drawn in again

His kisses doused in liquor
Pull me in deep  

One hand followed by the other
Trace my vulnerable spine

The warmth of his body quickly fades
As his Camaro drifts out the driveway
Quarter Sleeved Crook
Written by
Quarter Sleeved Crook  Indiana
(Indiana)   
428
   r, --- and Erenn
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