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By dominicaquilino
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18 June 2008 |
06/18/2008
her nails scrape flesh
under skies, lit dim by
a quarter moon smiling
the heavens her view,
as soft grass tickles her
spine, his body thrusting
the exodus of passion
stopped, by a moment
created for her and him
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Written by LionessLinda (3 comments posted) 18th June 2008 | | Dominic...hi...beautiful you paint such a lovely picture with your words....nice to see you here...Linda |
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