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Alijandra
Jul 18, 2007 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

A loss of innocense...

Your lips…

My hips…

Kisses tracing down.

 

Your tongue…

My mouth…

Juices slipping out.

 

Your hand…

My Breast…

We make sighing the only sound.

— Alijandra, Jul 18, 2007
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Conect11

18 years 11 months ago

the last line

brings it together and makes this simple piece provocative. A survey once said that men were more aroused by a slightly dressed woman than a completely naked woman and this poem is a perfect example of that. Evocative but not outright, sensual but not pornography. I dig it. Mark

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