113. Aftermath

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Oh...
all the long nights
we make love until dawn breaks out,
you make me toes curl,
and my heart beat
so fast,
your taste
lingering upon my lips
is stronger than the scent of our aftermath,
if this is what
heaven feels like,
then I want to you to take me
as your very own
every night we
star.

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