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Evie Colosimo Sep 2015
Breathe in,
the taste of ecstacy is on my lips.
There for years but never truly touched,
by those who tried.

But then,
fingers on my ribs and shivers,
up the frame of my spine.
And whispers of staying.
Have you, the password?

Hush now, do not be afraid.
Feel, as you should.
There is no shame in this feeling you were promised.

— The End —