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Chours

Heat rose from your hips
and a meeting at last of our lips

The dawn broke as the moans grew
Climbing the walls of petals dripping dew

You touch the moon with a gentle sound
As the earth spins me off my ground

I reach for the stars
and enjoy each drop of this moment that is ours

For you are what it is to taste
I'll sip you all in, nothing left to waste
~
A.A.W.
7:02 p.m.

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