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A Poem by bey

remembering...

i feel your hands
in my hair
tugging and twisting
seeking the sex
being relented

the song of your
melodious passion
repeats itself
in my head
i tap my feet
to the tune

i remember the picture
the contrast
of your brown
framed by the white

lost in the pillows
and sheets
you
we found our pleasure

© 2009 bey

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Added on April 4, 2009

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bey

the peach's pit, GA

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life brings me right back to love. we are squared off, ready to go...toe to toe. obstacles and unfortunate events have rudely opened my eyes to the love i have. family, friends, lovers of old, the.. more..