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Ravage me with a hundred different kisses

Point your love at me so it never misses

Touch me, so I may grant your deepest wishes

Come on baby, give me all of your inches

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Posted on September 15, 2019September 15, 2019 by POEETERNALPosted in micropoetry, PoeEternal, poetry, WritingTagged desires, devotion, longing, love, micropoem, micropoetry, PoeEternal, poem, poetry, romance.

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September 15, 2019 at 3:03 PM

How deep will you go with me?

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