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Mar 2015
For him I ride,
slow and lazy
finding purchase beneath his touch.
nails score private lines as he stretches beyond beating hearts and breathing lungs.
he drowns me in safety and kisses prayers in the corner of my soul.
I am exposed...
bare, in the eye of release and awareness.
Yvette
Written by
Yvette  Philly
(Philly)   
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