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Dec 2011
We meet in moments truant from time,
Alone but for each other.
Our loves, our lusts, our lips align
'Neath night's silent cover.

Your mother had said, "No girls in your room!"
She knew we'd be up to no good.
If I were her, that's what I'd assume,
I intend to do more than I should.

In these moments, these few sweet moments,
While the barrier of our bodies is blurred
I'll stifle my whimpers, on lips so potent,
And pray that our bliss isn't heard.

I swore to myself not to come here
But you've just got too much charm.
I'm not sorry. No guilt. I'll not shed a tear.
I'll just close my eyes wrapped in your arms.
Alexandria Cooper
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