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He could still see the lipstick parks on his skin.
Every part of his body that her lips touched.
It looks as though he never wiped them off.
To him she still here. Never rushed.
She didn't take everything in the blink of an eye.
He still possesses it.
The part of her that could never be forgotten.
He held it close, like protecting a meal in a kit.
He never knew he could feel this way.
The memories in a loop of lust.
Fantasizing her swollen breasts in the heat of it all.
Like dreaming about sweet candy but eating dust.
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