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			<title>MMM!</title>
			<description>What a woman can make your senses feel...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApoetsCorner/354006/</link>
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			<title>Pain</title>
			<description>We all endure it</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApoetsCorner/354000/</link>
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			<title>Garden</title>
			<description>It's cold outside don't you men want to get cozy in that forever warm place?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApoetsCorner/353996/</link>
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			<title>Fetishes</title>
			<description>For those erotic minds!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApoetsCorner/342102/</link>
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			<title>Feel Right</title>
			<description>When I look at you, I wish so many thingsSo many things I know will never beI am aware you do not really seeThat when I kiss you I dreamI dream like a schoolgirl with her first crush Within my black skin I blushIt doesn't feel right that I should feel this wayAbout a ma..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApoetsCorner/342095/</link>
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			<title>Tickle Wiggle Fingertips</title>
			<description>A chance for romanceAll those lost kisses that were missed By nagging timeGained and it is better than the first&amp;#2013266053;My body isn't minesSuspended in blissful animationIt belongs to him Every orificeEvery poreEvery moanEvery breath capitulates to pleasu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApoetsCorner/342094/</link>
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			<title>N***a</title>
			<description>To the beautiful black community who has to be disparaged by this damn word and everyone else that has to hear this damn word!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApoetsCorner/342091/</link>
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			<title>Hold Your Tongue</title>
			<description>CHANGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApoetsCorner/340096/</link>
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			<title>Fallen Angel</title>
			<description>If my heart were like my bladder- overfilledNo exit would be sufficientThe aching is the sameTherefore, I cry myself to sleepSomeone whispers out my name and with that it is sayingYour quest is to subsist and be wiseFor the body is but a tide on a big wave Like the first, you must tumb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApoetsCorner/337806/</link>
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			<title>Life is Bare</title>
			<description>The becoming of a woman by a bad man</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApoetsCorner/337802/</link>
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			<title>Born to Die, Die to Be Born</title>
			<description>Either way we live to weather the storms and we do it very well!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApoetsCorner/337798/</link>
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			<title>Panty Sniff</title>
			<description>A sniff of that last kiss moist; now dry hue left on the insideBreathe deep the sweet smells of her beauty Even with hesitation your manhood reacts to the attractionSexual depravity, oh, does it drive you insaneAlthough you say that, you can do itYour nature cannot resistFor ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApoetsCorner/326333/</link>
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			<title>W***e</title>
			<description>Devil's disguise gonna steal your light With demonic flicker in her eyesYou think she is feeling youShe is feeling you alright and smiles with such sweetness Lips sealed tightHead down and tilted, trickery, she is not smitten when she tells you her price She is smittleI w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApoetsCorner/326325/</link>
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			<title>Don't Cry Tears Unless They Are Smiling</title>
			<description>This is a poem dedicated to the remembrance of an online pal, Jesus Claus, who passed away recently... He will be remembered!  Visit his last hobby at  http://www.ratttler.blogspot.com</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApoetsCorner/284238/</link>
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			<title>Good Girl Gone bad</title>
			<description>Ever wonder what happens to your girl when she walks into the club/bar with the weight of her lover on her shoulders? She ends up with another man in her bed feeling like a rose</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApoetsCorner/209310/</link>
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			<title>Right Here In Your Arms/My P***y Wants to Kiss You</title>
			<description>Mental stimulation... get your freak on!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApoetsCorner/209303/</link>
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			<title>Quickie In The City</title>
			<description>After the club looking for love... some find a quickie in the backseat</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApoetsCorner/209301/</link>
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			<title>Naughty</title>
			<description>Grinding bodies in sensual foreplay... touching and kissing....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApoetsCorner/209294/</link>
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			<title>Eve's Spring Pain</title>
			<description>Female conscious spoken from natures tree</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApoetsCorner/200184/</link>
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			<title>Give Up Self</title>
			<description>The everyday wake to work to help to care and to sleep just a short while to do it all again. This is the life we all share summed up.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ApoetsCorner/200164/</link>
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