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May 2015
I was asleep when I felt her,
A voice passing into dreams,
Her body pressed against my back,
Whispering wakefully into my ears,
A current of euphoria shudders through
my veins,
Blessing and kisses shower my face,
The last landing lustfully on my lips,
She speaks, 'Who said I didn't love you?'
Opening my eyes to watch her go,
I wake to my room; alone.
Paris Raine
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Paris Raine  London, England
(London, England)   
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