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Jan 12
It's three am again, we've become well accuainted.
After rubbing elbows with the moon, I closed my eyes.
I feel your arm wrap around my waist, tugging my mouth into a sleepy smile.
I feel your lips grace my neck, the wetness feels like liquid gold.

My skin is covered in golden threads of your beautiful silken words.
I push my body back onto yours, all at once I was nestled in the cacoon of your safety.
My breath drew quick, shallow.
My skin burned.
My back arched, my wrist ached!
I rolled over to whisper sweet nothings between kisses.
But I just found cotton, and the loneliness of pillow talk...
Amanda Francis
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