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If The Sun Teases The MoonSun teasing the Moon little kisses rising to the top, love eaten with a spoon. His eyes drank in the liquid pool of every movement, every curve. Length of leg beyond the rule, dark jeans hugged the thighs hint of passion not obvious, but under-lied. His heart captured with curvy hips, deep brown eyes. Soul enthralled, raptured. Her charms not demure, but bold bolstered by his clear delight in the package that she sold. Sun teasing the Moon kisses running over the top, love sipped from a run-away spoon. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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