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Just a thought...
I wonder
if you’ll
call
as I type
poems
into
the computer
creating
a fantasy
world
in which
I run my hands
across your
chest
lick
your belly
to curve of hip
trace the
concrete
reality
of masculine
arousal
and taste
your mouth
upon
mine.
if you’ll
call
as I type
poems
into
the computer
creating
a fantasy
world
in which
I run my hands
across your
chest
lick
your belly
to curve of hip
trace the
concrete
reality
of masculine
arousal
and taste
your mouth
upon
mine.
Published 26th Apr 2013
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