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Two Workers Were Watching before/after Lips I long to kiss forever until the grave or maybe just one more day, as nothing is as nothing does and nothing is all, no cold night, no aching heart, subjective One, punctually exposed like a smooth jazz riff with wild saxophone notes. That's my girl. We wandered out, milky skin soft touch, to the bluff where she liked to think a thinking girl, her, she thought, I thought, she made me think, and the developers hadn't even gotten there, to her thinking place of green trees on a bluff over heaven blue lake down a dirt road, you wouldn't even know it was there but drive on by. We pulled on in and pulled off the road, and I thought, well...I didn't think, and that was the thing, we looked at each other, her seductive eyes and lips, the lips, the lips that just are...the lips the lips, man.... I grabbed the back of her head, her auburn hair in my hands, and pulled her to me, I didn't need to no pulling here of old, old souls pulling together on their own, our passion met in the middle of the car a hungry fire of blazing heat met kisses and tongue, fury unleashed and matched. I looked up, and saw two workers in a pick-up truck were watching. They cheered.
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