"Honey-dusted memories haunt my nights,
remembering your lips, salty and wet against mine" (Kim Miller)
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Lady, I have read your verse on
Me -- the one wherein you write
"How I'd like to meet that person
All alone some ebon night!"
Dorothea Parker
