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You
lie
next
to me
every night
And
You
know
nothing
about
Me
If
You wanted
me
you
Would
have me
I feel the weight

     of you

your pores singe my skin

but

     only in memory

now

Pushed up against the wall

     and

begging for more

(I had Blue Note coffee this morning-for the first time in a VERY long time- hint of cinnamon….)
Carpet of copper needles showing the path to paradise

I did it for me

But I was thinking of you
Who knew

my

paradise

is

“Trailer Trash”?
One of those moments
I want you in the worst way and I don’t want to betray her

As much as I want to pounce on your vulnerability and wrap my legs around you I must caution you that those two things are mutually exclusive
Where did that
Path go
And
Who changed the
Course?
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