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By Just L Date: 2012 May 07 Comment on this Work [[2012.05.07.17.49.697]] |
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He leans over me Devouring Then pulls away with a peck His eyes sparkle Teasingly I wrinkle my nose Growling As I strain my neck He returns I biting My lip in anticipation The heat of his breath Oh the sensation (A kissing poem) Written May 7, 2012 |