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May 2016
Oh, the thrill,
The pleasure, the pain —
Static —
Electric shock.
My body tenses
With every touch
Of his gentle hands
My body jolts,
My skin crawls —
Of satisfaction
And hunger —
Wanting more.
"I think I love you," I say as he puts on his clothes.
"No you don't," he replies with a grin
"You're right." I smile back.

He walks out the door.
Kim Elaydo
Written by
Kim Elaydo  20/F/Baguio -- city of pines
(20/F/Baguio -- city of pines)   
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