Love Games
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Sweat is sweet; armpits are of taste.
Biting and pinching give a thrill.
Saliva is taken as wine.
Parts mean to touch are dear to taste.
Delay is welcome with consent.
Ego is at naught; so is shame.
Feeling lost as outcome is sought.
Both are winners in the battle.
26.03.2015
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