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When She Twists You keep me up upon my toes
With every step you teach
 Licking morning glory glows
 Your golden drops of peach
 We only feed each other
And she's on top of things
 I only peel the others
 When she twists me round again
 You give my day fresh vibrance
The little ways you use me
 You coax me with your silence
 When after noon you choose me
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 You leather bolt me time again
Those toys are out of fashion!
 Slowly boil and tell me when
 Ice wax our burning passion
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 You lay me down before I break
Like every time before
 You fill me up it's bound to make
 Me more and more and more
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 I feel you tingling to your toes
Every place I make you reach
 We melt our evenings' fiery glow
 A pose, we skin your peach
 7/12/22 
   Demo - 2022 07 13
 
   © Huw Powell
humanthoughts.org
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