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Fish The Pig
Poems
Jan 2016
We Dance
There's a space
next to me on the dance floor
I picture you in it
I raise my hands to the air
praise you
run down my neck
your hands pressing in
down my body
squeeze me
my crotch
feel me
to the floor
exhaust me
throw them back to the air
a room filled with sweat
*smells like you
even dancing cannot keep my mind off you
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