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Sep 2014
The first time that I touched you –
Caressing my hand along the bare curve of your spine
While your tongue danced behind my teeth
My heart flitted, skipping a solid beat.

This drunken adventure has left my heart confused
A misremembered experience of ecstasy,
Or have I unleashed a secret that I’d always buried so deep?
Maybe this is why no man has ever been enough for me.
Cíara McNamara
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Cíara McNamara  Ireland
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