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To Beg

In a heated pace  
beauty breeds her longing face  
with set back eyes,
piercing and penetrating  
where smoke can only hope to find  
embers that burn thru time  
and continuum  
 
 
pure oxygen stoked in flame  
in form, in fit  
a competition, but it's not  
a tease to hold that spot  
spirits running hot  
letting wine spill across the lips  
before even a beg to begin to kiss
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