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May 2014
Cool air whispers from her nostrils.

Cooling the tiny particles of sweat that fleck her upper lip.

Closer I draw her to me.The bird's heart races in her chest

Every strand of lash stands unique below her brow.

Eyes constrict to pinprick pupils then open wide.

Eyes that sweep to almond corners perfection.

Every fiber of me wants to fall inside her.

Each pulsing beat in rapid cadence at her throat is a pounding message.

I am lost now
I am weak now
I cant speak now
I can really feel the heat now.
I am hers forever.
Geno Cattouse
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Geno Cattouse  california
(california)   
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