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2.18.07
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High Art
her lips grazed the sheets
and the cotton hugged her hips
censored her body from the hungry eyes
of her pouncing lover.
her morning breath tickling her arm
and the loose strands of hair
dangling in her face
her curious fingertips touching the light
tracing along her side
to her sunny thigh
and lips pressed against
her warm mouth
inviting and wet.
their bodies wrapped in eachother's limbs
sincere feelings enveloped in each whisper;
in each kiss,
they'll have each other forever
instilled in photos of the time
where love was high art.
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