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Sep 2019
I want to hold you close
while my fingertips
slowly drips
through your skin

with the gentlest of touch
from our lips
swaying movements from our hips
as we melt in this soiree.

Slow dancing
in this tune
on a rainy afternoon
we begged ourselves to stay.
Chris Balase
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Chris Balase  37/M/NoWhere
(37/M/NoWhere)   
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