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Apr 2014
We'll be together, in my head.
Just tonight in separate beds.
Down the hall, I would lead,
To the place where we'd sleep.
Things would heat.
Lips would meet.
Clothes we'd shed.
This our bed.
Away.
1/11/13
Kevin Hawkins
Written by
Kevin Hawkins  Washington, DC
(Washington, DC)   
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