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Nov 2012
I miss lying beneath you
shaking, trembling
like my lips against your flesh
hot, steaming
fogging the mirror that captivates
the ugliness inside
our vanity making us less
burning passion once imprisoned
now caressed
freed by love from degradation
and distress
only your goodness saves me
thusly I confess
Chelsea
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