there's nothing casual when you beat me.
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we, repressed boys trying to be men.
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gravitating toward the sophistication of noble simplicity.
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he gazes at her with buttered soul.
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silent vespers...basking in HIM...my soul.
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i became priceless grasping: Less Is More!
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picant brother. salsa in my hips....savory.
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[greatest 'love' story]
she fell.
his bed, his unrevealed side.
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sing in off-key voice to the sun.
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you travel the distance of my moan.
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you, upheval to a tired mind...depart!
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love given, though i whore eagerly...Yahweh!
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my evenings bowed...we pas de deux.
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deep down-my soul HE put life.
©2011 -SoJourner
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