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Taste if cherry lips

Not fate but the taste of--

Sweet succulant candy

My candy

The feel of her skin against mine

In the moon lite sky felt like/

Felt like

A world of neglected passion

Every move I made

Every move she made

Electric

Soft strawberry hair

Rubbing against my shoulder

Our hands exploring what--

Had never been explord

I held her closer

Then anyone ever had

Names uddered underneath

Heavy breathes

Cherry lips

From that night

My sweet candy