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Jul 2017
How I long to
grace her hips,
full of love and desire.

I want pull her in, slowly
like a tender lover would.
Then I'd gently hold
her face--
and tell her that I'm in love
with her.

But alas,
this is merely
a fantasy...
one which will never meet
the expectations
of those around her.
Written by
natalie  20/F/U.S.A.
(20/F/U.S.A.)   
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