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Aug 2014
You move
inside of me slowly
as not to wake up my love
the sweet and sorry temptress
that lies low beneath my ribs
hidden by my lungs
kept warm and wet with blood

Don't wake up my love
without the intention of putting her back down
don't make her restless
get her beating and pumping
make her dance within my chest
unless you're going to dance with her

Don't leave her alone with me
I'm not safe, I'm not to be trusted
I keep her quiet,
I make her sleep, she's too much for me

Don't leave me with my wakend love
she'll drive me crazy
and never let me sleep
whispering in my ears
gentle happy endings
and all of her greatest fears

No, put her down and leave her be
because if she's too much for you to take,
she can only be trouble for me
Liz Devine
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Liz Devine  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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