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Famished
My
lips are hungry
To
feed on your beauty
Your
lips are full like a kiss
Riper
than any fruit I could taste
More
sinful than any thought I could have
My
senses are awakened
Desire
warms my blood once cold
Even
though the season is harsh
I
see the beauty in everyday life
I
am famished with lust
But
filled with the thought of your love.
Dean Jean-Pierre
8:51 am (Metro North train ride to work)
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