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Dec 2015
Small breaths and long sighs
The words behind our eyes
The strength in our thighs
I relax into slumber

Warmth bleeds from my spine
To be held from behind
I am soft and fluid
In the embrace of my lover

Shaken from a terror
In my subconscious fever
To awake to the curious
Embrace from another

Who imagines me pure
And sweet in my sorrow
Anxiety driven
In the early morning hours

Fill me up, drink me deep
Your kisses delightful
Whether i may or may not sleep
Till the rise of the sun
Dorian
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Dorian
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   Earl Jane
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