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May 2021
He asked to kiss me last night
I wish I could tell you I told him no
But his lips were soft, he knew just what to do
At least enough to make me think about it the next day
I thought about how he moaned under my touch
How his hair felt between my fingers
How he kept asking for more
How it wasn’t in any way you
And how much I missed you in that moment
Hope
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Hope  20/F
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