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May 2016
heat emanates
drawing my cool skin closer
pressing my leg
against the back of her tight
sleep finds me again –
rustling leaves flutter
just outside the open window
morning breeze sending a shiver
I wrap myself tighter
snuggling deep into her skin –
ah, to be a tick
or bot fly
but I would wish no disease
just to be closer
silence of the lambs style….
let me wear your skin –
pressing fresh and smelling faint shampoo
a smile passes my lips
as I think more crazy thoughts
before getting up for work –
Sam Temple
Written by
Sam Temple  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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