sizzil

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  • Fantasy

    sizzil

    sizzling slippery
    your hand swiftly slides
    tentatively tantalizing my leg and my thigh
    burning chills do the tango
    up and down on my spine
    the one i can never have
    is finally mine

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    michelle’s Poems (4)

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