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Sep 2015
When the lights are out
He curls himself next to me
The sweet scent
Lustful slender look in his eyes
Tender attraction entwines me
Deep within him
Someday we will be one
He dares not touch me for it is not my,
Time.
Someday soon as i slowly stretch to feel
The cold face I am fatally attracted
Eyes of a sea of black licorice
Sudden blink of the eyes and
HeΒ dissipates away without a sound
Almost like
He never came
wooh. this is not about love
Chris
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