"His Lips" by Laurie Molloy
The electric graze
of his soft lips
makes my belly
do little flips
"Restless Wanderings" by Laurie Molloy
All I ever wanted was you.
I dream of your warm delicate hand
sitting on mine endlessly,
a picture of perfectness that lasts
eternally into each night and
every morning that ever was
and ever will be.
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