poem III

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rose petals
ripe lips
tender tongues
lethal flesh
frozen fingertips
pounding hearts
torn clothing
heavy breathing
rapid movement
tangled sheets
passionate wounds
quiet melody
memorable comments
"you're gorgeous"

you once mentioned your thought of making love to a stranger
so here's mine for you.

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