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Mar 19
I reached my hand out to you
And I was terrified
You could see it in my eyes
“You’re done with me”
No I say, I’m just afraid

Afraid of what?
You are bewildered
I take a pause and say
Your desire for me.

Because what men desire
They take.
Written by
Heather  26/F/NJ
     Ms Anjaan, ---, heel and Terence Chinnery
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