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Two Saturdays, One Summer
Two Saturdays, one summer I forgot,
I closed my eyes and forgot my pain.
Kisses were plentiful, my breasts
were young and tender again,
they tasted sweet between his teeth.
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They were peaches filled with nectar,
tender tomatoes ripe in their time,
plush plums plucked from the vine,
lush melons firm to his touch,
honeydews lost in his clutch.
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Summer ended and he left,
and my peaches returned to breasts again.
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