picture the words
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like Paris streets
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sound and symbol
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soft caresses
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collapsing in
a lover's touch
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primal shapes heard
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around centers
across pale rice-paper skin a lonely night's tender caress
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during wet rains
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of noir-ish silk
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fleshy sounds fill
that pound the sand
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orgasms of bright light and textured depth filing the empty void
sweat stained coupling
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on desert shores
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of stranger's forms
grains of dry grit between teeth like candy so sweet and fine and hard
beneath palm trees
lie sandy beaches that fill minds deep black empty shores