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Feb 2010
Waiting for the train to arrive
to return us to reality.
Waiting for the pleasure of your touch
to stop.
Waiting for your lips to touch mine
if ever.
The shock, the joy
as your mouth descends to mine.
The duel of mouths, tongues, skin
soft touches without.
The delirium and pain as we part
never to indulge again.
C Rosser
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