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His Lips Crush Mine

I find my heaven, in his eyes, his lips, and his touch; I love stroking his thick hair so raven, as his whispers make me blush. Our fingers entwine and his lips crush mine, 'till we are soaring- higher, higher, higher we climb; our passion is almost pain, bodies moving in time, thirsty, two hearts wildly beating; and we soar again, again, again- an end seeking, then, we lay wrapped together . . . gasping. ______________________________________ June 28, 2020 Poetry/Rhyme/His Lips Crush Mine Copyright Protected, ID 20-1263-648-03 All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France Written for the Standard contest, Sensuality sponsor, Silent One Third Place

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Date: 7/5/2020 2:41:00 PM
Your muse progresses in passion with every line till it subsides with the last one Constance. Congratulations on your win. Blessings and love :)
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Date: 7/1/2020 5:24:00 PM
a sensual heavenly place.. Congratulations on your placement in the contest..
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