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exsposed
Contributed by
SPOKENWORDARTIST
on
Sunday, 23rd November 2014 @ 02:32:09 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Tempatation taunts this mans like the after effects of the hearts quake. Tender moments of stolen glance quiver the soul like ripples upon a still pond.
Mini moments in time dares me to taste thy lips like small sipps of a good wine. Shall I tell thee why your beauty has capture my eyes like sunlight glistening upon the morning dew it only just because your you.
Pause the poem to memory and you shall see the secrets most men hide
from view with eyes upon me I am naked.
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SPOKENWORDARTIST
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2014-11-23 02:32:09] (Date/Time posted on
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