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Mar 2021
I know what she wants
Its written on her face as clear as day
A moth drawn to a flame
I cannot look away
Her desire is an infectious tidal wave
Seeping into my veins
She knows what I want
There's nothing left to give away
We drop all pretences and get ready to play
let's play a little game of desire
beckie d and the poetry
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