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Apr 2015
her touch is so gentle
and her hands, so soft.
smoothly, they glide
briefly across

my skin; i breath
her scent into my lungs
deeply
briefly

she must never know
the thoroughness of
my enjoyment of
her fingertips.

fluttering eyelids
and stilled motion
might give me
away, but

even still, she must
never
know

.
Sloth
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Sloth
779
   NV
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