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Don’t Go Chasing Waterfalls

Don’t go chasing waterfalls,
But her waterfall of hair was exquisite. 
The long fiery tresses,
The delicate profile of her nose as she glances back over her shoulder. 

My mother told me to keep my mouth shut,
But I couldn’t help myself as I looked at her,
Mouth agape at her smile. 
Only later did I shut it,
As I pressed them to hers. 

I was told that this wasn’t natural love,
But her soft breath on my ear
And the tight curves of her were natural:

No silicone. 

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