Your beauty mark You are desire on printed skin Even as you draw me in Your every touch a tender valentine A kiss, even missed, trembles with your salty shine We shiver as we laugh and try again To kiss, to devour, and to stake my claim We’ll pretend I was the only one …
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About
Kenny Mah believes in the good in people. He has been blogging for over ten years. No, his hands aren't tired. Yet.

