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Dec 2014
**** it.
**** me,
To say you're sorry.
To make me glad
After an argument that's made me mad.
Hold my hips
And pull my hair,
Stick your hand in my underwear.
Mouth on mouth
Muffled moans
Hand on mouth
And squirmy toes.

Forget the flowers,
I want a kiss.
I don't want to talk,
I need to touch.
Circa 1994
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Circa 1994  Florida
(Florida)   
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