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Nov 2014
I sink into your softness. The very motion takes us higher. Is that a sigh
Or  a scream I hear? Your fingers comb through your hair in silent joy.
Face moving side to side. If this is a dream . Let us stay asleep. Candle
Smells of ginger spice. Float in the room. The drizzle of rich desire is thick over everything. We've shared some spicy hot.Times like this. Much
Later on the terrace. Over looking the city at sundown. I'll serve you
Stir-fry with crisp dark crowns of green onion. Egg rolls cooked in peanut
Sauce with  chilled coconut milk . Just for you
Written by
Victor Tripp  phila,pa 19144
(phila,pa 19144)   
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