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May 2018
you place my hand
on your thighs
and i grip it tight
against the cold
pinch my chest
whisper secrets
in my ear
i forget we're even watching
some romantic film on the screen
reckless in the dark
my heat pierces through your cheeks
command my palms
to weld with yours
sometimes tip it with a kiss
the lights are on
i forgot the plot
but you're an artwork
i wouldn't miss
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