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Jul 2013
How do you know what time is right?
What is the appropriate time to let go,
to hold on, to linger. Leave the important
questions unasked, or go straight for the lips?

It's beginning to feel a whole lot easier
to live in my own skin. This place feels
like home, these friends just like family.

Shivers are still crawling down the trail
your finger took as you traced my flesh.
My body quivers, remembering the heat
of your breath as you whispered in my ear...
Written by
chachi  Boston
(Boston)   
867
   --- and sassybutsweet
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