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Jan 2016
You found me laying in a pool of white sheets
Your breath feels like a warm sea breeze
You woke me with a gentle kiss
The tip of your tongue cresses my lips
Your fingers trace the contours of body
Your presence consumes me
I feel free
I grow hotter from your touch
It's not enough
Breathe into me
I want you with every fiber of my being.
Tatiana Lasky
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