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Apr 2013
My spine aches;
the spaces ‘tween my
vertebrae are screaming with
desire.
I long to feel your lips
trace the curve that dips above
my hips and travels towards
my shoulder blades. The dotted
line that only your mouth
can follow, leading your soft
whispers towards my
pale, awaiting ears.
Amanda Comeau
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