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Oct 2014
Soft down pillows, white
caress my head as I watch you

watch



me
from the end of the bed
Over my bare legs, knees bent
I can't hold still
Your stare--that stare

In a fluid motion, your shirt is off
Those eyes--your eyes
I remember meeting your eyes
When I was young
Never having seen that stare before
Never having had this feeling before
And now we're here
And I touch your face
as you lean in to kiss me
soft and intense
I hold you close
and

time

slows

down----
koricacciatore
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koricacciatore
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