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Apr 2014
The taste of you on my lips
The weight of you pressing up against my body

Clothes strewn from the door to the bed
Warm hands slowly moving from one place to the next

Everything is so fast, yet so slow
We are one, yet two separate people

Entangled in the sheets
we are dancing a dance only two lovers know
Abi Sweeney
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Abi Sweeney
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