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She

It's late.
She walks past me running her hand along my back as she goes. 
Her smell.
like the purple flowers that bloom in the neighbors yard.
Come back I yell.
She stops.
Turns to me.
Lowers her body just enough so that I can lick her face.
She tastes like sunshine.
I am hers. 
 

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T Starbuck

This is a beautiful piece of writing. Makes me sad and happy at the same time...no mean feat. Thanks for posting.
T

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David Hopkins

I really liked this.  It has a nice smooth sultry flow to it.  I'm thinking maybe I should have tried the same tact when my wife left me.   Saying "come back" might have made an impression, but, it could have got me slapped when I tried to lick her face.
Anyway, excellent job. 
David

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