Dance Of Lust's Advance Poem by darryl tillman

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darryl tillman

darryl tillman

long island college hospital

Dance Of Lust's Advance



slow to advance
no shirt no pants
in her eyes desire
my eternal fire
we touch we feel our bodies heal
in sexual embrace that cant be erased
we lock lips i move my hand to her hips
as we make love as we should
we scratch and we moan
as our actions have grown
to desire of intense actions

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darryl tillman

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long island college hospital
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