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Sep 2013
He pulled my head to his chest.
And with his fingers on my neck,
he said
"It doesn't have to mean a thing,
if you want to spend the night with me
We can lay here just like this,
we can stay here just like this."
I kept my head on his chest.
And with my fingers on his wrist,
I said
"Will you turn the TV down."
so he turned the TV off,                    
and he kissed my cheek.                    
And I kissed his mouth.                      
And he smiled into me,                        
and I didn't push him out.
Alex Nabozny
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Alex Nabozny  Wisconsin
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