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spiked

It’s Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. The prompt is “Spike.” Spiked like the cherry punch at senior prom, slower than a Mississippi Sunday afternoon; softer than a kitten’s sigh but with a kick like a .475 Magnum — leaving me with the sweetest hangover that won’t let go. That’s how kissing you […]
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