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Jun 2011
I sit alone, with a thousand friends
Each is silent, but screaming.

I struggle hard.

Shouting
Begging
Pleading
Each is silent, but screaming.

I crave to respond,
Tho realitys clutch is tight.

Summoning
Appealing
Demanding
Each is silent, but screaming.

I fill with desire, yerning.
His grasp on me is slipping.

Come on!
We're Here!
NOW!
Each is silent, but screaming.

I evade his last restraint.

Embraced by each with pleasure.
Addicted, I stay in hiding.

Reality gone.
So am I.
Elouise Roux
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Elouise Roux
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   Lynne Randle
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