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By Bonnie Enes Love for you came later in my life and there is that age difference you being much younger than I fresh, ripe I have things to teach you I hold you gently, your musk faint kisses like whispers I slowly peel off your linen shirt, let it slip to the floor slide my fingers over your slick skin while I lick you from head to toe your scent fills the kitchen I place you upon the wooden board and, with quick jerks, chop you into small pieces slide you into a warm bath of olive oil watch you sizzle till brown then devour you on a white cloud of Italian bread you make me giddy. © Copyright 2004, Bonnie Enes, All Rights Reserved. |
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