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Sep 2012
laying down,
i felt the calidity between my thighs.
my hands portrayed Yours,
fingers linger around black lace.
Wanted Your lips to hit the brink of mine,
but my hunger was left unsatisfied.
i thought of You, silly of me.
imagination
took
me
to
the
summit.
that was all, in the Utopia i moved You in,
where i can feel Your strokes from miles away.
Interpol made me do it.
Kay Meraz
Written by
Kay Meraz  Milwaukee.
(Milwaukee.)   
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