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Nov 2014
you can touch a flower
and i watch it bloom
look into my eyes
and turn a crowd into an empty room

closing my eyes
i feel your soft breathing on my lips
your soft, hot skin under my exploring fingertips
you consume my soul with seductive, sweet, silver sips
melting my frozen heart, i can feel it drip-drip
Brooke Dunsmore
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Brooke Dunsmore
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   Devon Webb
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