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Jul 2013
she bites the soft skin
in the nape
of his neck
her back arched
in ecstasy

who is it?
I don't know
I don't
know

She stares into
his eyes
pulls her hand
through his hair
down his jawline

who is it?
I don't know
I don't *******
know

it might as well
be everyone
if it isn't me
Written by
Craig Verlin  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
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