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Nov 2012
A touch,
a tender kiss,
the feel of his breath
on the back of your neck.
The trace of his fingers
caressing your abdomen,
innocent yet intentional.
An embrace that screams,
"You're independent
but I will be here when you need me."
A look,
confused and complicated,
as she doubts going any further.
Britney Kempker
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