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There
you are,
letting time
slip
up and
down
your inner
thighs,
teasing your
wisdom
and
love
to
become
closer to
me
and my
close
gaze.

There
you are,
watching the sun
dance
up
and down
your
spine, while
I
get the
joy
of
riding
shotgun
with
a cool breeze
dangling
in between
my words.

Oh, there
you
are,
on
a
sunny
and wet
coast,
where we
get
to call
the
shots,
like
you did
last night
when
we forgot
that
the
world existed.

M.C. Davis

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