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John Taylor Dec 2016
I swing deeper down the spiral staircase
Lips between her thighs
Streams run through grass meadows
Her eyes turned towards the skies
But has she gone ahead yet?
Can you feel your tongue?
She twists and ties her words
The sway in her hip fills up my lungs
The open sunlight calls my name
Her foot prints in my mind
All we feel is pin ******
Two hearts as one you’ll find

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