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Breath
My
breath is like a hot humid summer breeze
Igniting
her neck hairs on fire
She
sways like the leaves on a palm tree
Caught
up in a passion that’s all consuming,
Her
thoughts and mind simultaneously
There’s
nothing she can do in the eye of the storm
But
allow her will to be dominated
There
are no secrets between us now
Naked
flesh doesn’t allow for modesty
Faster
than the next thought can think
I
will be knee deep in her ocean wet
Just
trying to catch my breath.
Dean
Jean-Pierre
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