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Jan 2014
The heat of your flesh pressing hard into mine
salty sweat dripping down to my lips
No future no past, just us stuck in time
Your mouth presses hard searching for my tongue
Taking the breath from my lungs
A high rivaled by nothing of this world
I hear a chirp of a bird
Eyes flutter open
Nothing but a dream, a reminder of what was
Yet never will be, not even once more
T James
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T James  Arizona
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