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Feb 2011
To share someone
else’s
skin
An escape
Oh sir,
It’s my pleasure.
To be wrapped so
completely
you become
like the wind
flowing
gentle
sudden gusts and
Heat
Fire
scratch
at this
shared skin
Stolen moments
sacred
sweet
biting
One.
Tell me
that
this shared
skin
endures
Written by
Catherine Fae Page
632
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