G.Moore
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romance
We made love in front of the mirror, that night we trapped our souls there
Ever so often I windex the residue of nude memories from 2 way mirrors on our glass home
I’ve had my hands in your potions so long the wrinkles from my brain emerge through my fingertips to navigate the winding roads of what I’m feeling
In that reflection I coupled your potent proofs in the tingles of my tastebuds where sheer satisfaction supersedes eye quenching
Reflections
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