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Pink Flesh

Up I lift your petite thews as your
pneuma follows

your breasts
mine face
your swell
from mine trace

Like the feather
so slight
so much like the Robin’s egg
I must softly touch
in fear of thine crush

Platinum blond wavey long locks
pretty bright blues
and pink flesh from our long days

kiss me
shut me up

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Date: 4/24/2015 11:27:00 PM
always so sensual, James. I loved the ending!!
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Date: 4/24/2015 7:21:00 PM
Beautiful write James ... I would bet she did just that .... Enjoy your evening . Bev :)
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Date: 4/23/2015 8:58:00 AM
sultry and oozing with so much vivid imagery.. //olive eloisa
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Date: 4/23/2015 5:35:00 AM direct as they come now. The lady is no longer in doubt what is requested and wanted of her. Go then...:)
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Date: 4/22/2015 10:04:00 AM
"I must softly touch:" - So gentle. Must be love in its true meaning. Love, daver
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Date: 4/22/2015 8:06:00 AM
A sensual and amazing poem
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