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Jun 2014
Arms
wrapped around my waist
lips
brush against my forehead
the sweet taste
as he kisses my lips
his hands on my hips
fingers
draw invisible numbers
8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1...
my heart beats the rythym
as his fingers dance within
until the clock strikes 12
the magic is broken and I am
empty
Faith Aldridge
Written by
Faith Aldridge  New Zealand
(New Zealand)   
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