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As the Tapha leans

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Kisses in November.
As the Typha leans in the pond,
the Birch tree shades. 
As I sleep,
on the banks of loneness.
Sensuality I caress. 

Like the rem blink,
my closed eyes.
Breezes touch me,
of my rest.
Feeling your lips,
upon my chest. 
Soft sigh,
I realize.

Like a wayfarer traveler,
your lips wander.
Noon daylight.
Tongue leading the way,
to the parallel of my thighs.
Sensuality cries. 

My penis rise.
Midday swoons.
I awake un-dreaming,
you swallowing my seed.
As the Typha leans in the pond.
The Birch tree shades, 
my beautiful maiden.
Kisses in November.

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