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By B.K. Date: 2006 Oct 18 Comment on this Work [[2006.10.18.22.26.9934]] |
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When you are near My pulse picks up speed My eyes can not erase the need My senses so keen The anticipation of touch Is just too much so I begin to inwardly quiver My lips pace The words the timing the place For the greatest taste A mouth full of kisses Could ever conceive And then when I’m through Kissing you I’m then ready To devour the rest of your body too Halloween Fun 2006..©bk |