Body Paint

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No one knows the secret
of your lips on my mouth
my hand harassing the soft hairs
on your back and gorgeous bum
the colour of your nipples upright aroused
under my tongue or that you shut
your eyes when you come
up for air in a delicious session
of  body paint
last night
Until I broke the seal, spilled our
intimate rainbow colours
all over the floor
of this betraying poem

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