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Not A Poem..Just Messing With Words I Suppose.

Oct 06, 2011 - 0 comments






   As the sunset peeked through the blinds, it leaked it's orange glow onto the floor, leaving the darkness in the room envious. Her skin was like a peach. Soft, tender. His eyes could not stay off the her sensual skin. She smiled the smile that made him melt, her blue eyes mimicked the ocean, and the sun's warmth had him in lost in paradise.
   He leaned into her space and gave her a tender kiss on her lips, as they molded together full of passion.

[Not Done]

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