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Dec 2013
Bare feet,
Naked legs;
You have had me whole.

Back scraping,
Lip biting.
That tiniest drop of blood.

And that moment
Where your eyes meet mine,
And you collapse,
Breathless,
Still,
Calm.

And for the briefest moment,
I can pretend that I am all you want,
Just as you said.

But you want those bare feet,
Those naked legs,
Those pale *******.
And my blissfully open mouth
From which no words
       dare to pass.
Anna Vida
Written by
Anna Vida  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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