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Jan 2013
She looked for my eyes
As I stepped in;
Her body reeked
Of want for me,
I heard her breathing accelerate;
Her heart beating loud against her *****,
Her hands grasped pleading;
She whom I thought a goddess,
Was trembling
Of need at my feet;
I knew
This wouldn't be this way,
Had I said
What I thought long ago;
So here I was
Met by surrender,
A challenge she was no more;
And as I met her look I awoke,
To the miracle of a realization;
The games we play with lust and zest,
Hunters of the ****** encounter;
I knew what she craved with zeal,
The hunger ravishing her soul;
This was power; I walked away...
© okpoet
Nestor David Armas
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Nestor David Armas  37/M/OC
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