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Kinky Me, Kemosabe

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Kinky me, my Kemosabe,
tasting the way your leather clings
holding my shoulder against your jaw.
The way your breath grows colder
like a ghost haunting a highway
where the map has long since burned.
A predictable rhythm riding shotgun
on your Kawasak.pulsing against the skin.

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