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Jun 2018
I never know quite what to say,
When her eyes get that look,
While her hands try and find warmth against my skin,
Intensity,
Pain,
If I just had pens, paper
I'd be able to tell her...
But there's never time to read,
Once she finds the borders of my shirt,
Hands cold
Intensity,
Pain,
I've never said a dishonest thing,
She finds my zipper,
Futulity
Intensity,
Pain,
The sheets smell of smoke
The music bleeds angst,
Intensity,
Pain,
Her weight against mine and yet I can't quiet my mind,
Her Lips against my neck,
Teeth,
Intensity,
Pain,
I fulfill her desires
Her body trembling,
I stand...
Walk away,
leaving only,
Intensity
Pain.
I never really meant to stay.
Miguel Cardozo
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Miguel Cardozo  27/M/Houston
(27/M/Houston)   
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