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Mar 2014
The rattling jingle of a belt buckle
Your soft intake of breath
The way it caresses my face when you set it free
You trail your hands down,
Down across my ribs
Lightly trace my hip
Leave me kisses on a collarbone
I am so exposed
But I don't care
This darkness is warm
This darkness is safe
Jane Doe
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