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Jun 2014
I lie here soaking in your warmth
fighting off the chill of reality
tracing circles around your areola with my finger
wondering how I got here
and how I will escape
love's indifference is not welcome here
and neither am i this time
Lusts veracity had been fed
the fetter of desire has been shed
jim moore
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