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On My Back PorchI could feel the moon looking down on us while I held you close and firm for a long time. I ran my hand over your silky hair down your back while some of it tickled my nose and got some in my mouth. And I still held on to your warm body enjoying the warmth and closeness of my sweetheart. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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