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Mar 2014
He looks different since last time.
Perhaps you've forgotten,
preferring think of him
without a face
or even a name.

His kisses feel the same though.  
Too much tongue-
you always forget how much he uses.  
You take off your clothes like
a band-aid: all at once.  
You wait
in naked patience
for him to catch up.  

When he finally touches you
it is with passion, yes,
but not love-
you have felt enough of both
to know the difference.
Natalie Oro
Written by
Natalie Oro  San Diego, CA
(San Diego, CA)   
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