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Saturday, October 3, 2009
YOU
thick cocked, wet lip,
full hipped,
hairy, smooth, cocoa,
dusky brown and
smooth chocolate-white,
you,
with your breath in my ear
and tongue to my flesh,
are among the lovers i
have known:
bless your time
and mine
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the longing
THE NEW HAPPINESS
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