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5d
Your touch
The sweet way your hands ran across my skin
The taste of your lips upon my neck
The warmth you fueled in me
A feeling I only read
A feeling I did not trust for so long
A feeling I wanted to share with you
Your fingers
mapping out my body
my curves
feeling every secret I held dear
Your desire to see more
To feel my body around yours
But yet
for every interaction
despite the warmth
the fire
the trust
you always found a wrong
at least one thing I should change about myself
one thing to change
to be yours

And yet
after all this time
I just want to feel again
even if you make me cold in the morning when your absent
Even when I can't have the family I long for
Even when I know its wrong

I just want to feel wanted
even for a hour
just once more
to remind me
I can still do something good
When life leaves you with nothing, is there anything left to sell when you have nothing left?
Writing of the Unknown
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   Mike Adam
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