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Grounded
He keeps
my name
hidden
upon
his lips
which
are
firmly
planted
on mine
as his
hips
are
grinding
upon mine.
Mortar
and
pestle.
my name
hidden
upon
his lips
which
are
firmly
planted
on mine
as his
hips
are
grinding
upon mine.
Mortar
and
pestle.
Published 10th Mar 2017
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10th Mar 2017 7:56am
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26th Mar 2017 3:13am
like grinding sweet spices, love is the recipe for hungry hearts. i like this.
