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Apr 2012
You asked
and I afraid to answer
backed away
with muted tongue
and trembling lips
unsure of what to say
so press me not
nor question me
again like this I pray
just know I long
for your sweet touch
all night and through each day
for you are my ache
and wanton need
so I will silent stay
Written by
DieingEmbers
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   Tilly
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