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Nov 2017
Red and black flannel robe,
covering and warming,
long legs and body,
tan fading as days get short.

The electric heater hums a tune,
in the mirror, a beauty,
applies unneeded products
to enhance her look.

Wet hair to be blown dry,
pulled up in a ponytail,
exposing her neck to my breath
and small kisses.

She turns and unties the robe,
like a gift unwrapped on Christmas,
from bottom to top I stare,
then our lips meet.
The Fire Burns
Written by
The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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     --- and Temporal Fugue
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