Foreplay Pt2

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Perhaps foreplay is simply a kiss of sun against honey skin and the fractured mahogany of your irises

Foreplay is seeing me in rose-tinted lips and a bed of curls

Running fingers through thoughts and daydreams and the curve of your smile

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