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fruit of knowledge
Theres infinite sadness in his eyes.Such sultry looks does not disguise, the tales and lies his lips tell when tongues sit still and kisses melt.
The hazel rings and flecks of gold.I see what he thinks no one could disclose.In the stillness of his stare,this silence tells what he never dared.
I know this man,ive known him well.From suits and ties to naked nights,crawled on hand and knee.Spread my thighs and he took a bite... of the fruit from my knowledge tree.
Infinately,that sadness was me.
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Jul 16, 05
