(02/09/1978 / San Fernando Valley, Los Angeles, CA)

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Passing Passions

I see the swirls of curls

The lush of lips

The contour of hips

Smell her aromatic treat

Count the rhythm of her feet

Hear her voice with my skin

Make righteous my sin

Make madness passion

 Abandon your ration

I watch from a far

As naming a star 

And wish a wish I dare come true

You flounder for me as I for you 

Submitted: Saturday, September 15, 2012


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