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Love Note #3
In the mood for
Something pink and lacey with matching top
Whip cream covered lips with caramel all down your chin
Salivating – about to – dig into
Sweet honeydew nectar drizzled ever so slowly
And ever so graciously
Marinating my taste buds to an explosion
Fusing with every last bit of my senses
And propelling me to the very peak of
“I think I just lost my mind”
I’...
Monday 16th May 2016 4:33 pm
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