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She smiled a permanent beguiling smile
And welcomed me with open arms
I kissed her cold red lips
And stared deep into her black eyes
Ran my fingers over perfect curves
Licked her and prayed she wouldn’t rust
I felt the steady pulse of her beat
Charged to the max
Until her age
Caused her to drain away
More quickly than I wanted
And she ...
Saturday 15th July 2017 1:32 pm
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