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and my chipped

peach finger nails

touch your neck

and graze

jugular,  your pulse

quickens and breath

hitches

And face (your lovely face

                        brown eyes

                              warm smile)

calms.

your grip 

           tightens

              as

my dandelion kisses

become roses

embellishing your throat

                                (gasp)

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