Memories of a Philadelphia Sunday

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popsadie

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Hsinchu, Tawain
Two- thousand hips moving to sex on four strings
A kind of union that hinted at creation
Hands joining- a kind of holy blasphemy
Eyes lusting-for each others intimate glances

In that moment- we abandoned our chains
Our shades of cool cast out
We could see each other--
Like lovers do.
 
That really puts an interesting light on things....
a different perspective... in a good way, of course
 
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