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Apr 2012
My hand rested perfectly,

on your chest.

I made time with your heartbeat.

Rhythmically intertwined, you settled.

For me.



The small of your back.

The hesitation in your breath.

You became lucid.

Your ***** was wet.
Charlie Chirico
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Charlie Chirico  29/M/Philadelphia, PA
(29/M/Philadelphia, PA)   
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