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I can almost remember the exact force you used to kiss me when no one was looking; when on foot, they nearly knocked me over, and when in bed, I sometimes savored breaks. I can almost remember the exact pattern of hair behind your neck, escaping below rumpled fabric and near body parts I would have used my mouth to make love to, had folks turned away more often. I can almost remember the exact volume you spoke in when we leaned in too close, your lips fondling my earlobe and verbalizing just what I had hoped you might do to me later. I can almost remember the exact length of your eyelashes that extended to catch tears you cried for me; my thumbs were not always swift enough to form half-moons under the almond orbs through which you watched me depart.
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Aug 11, 2012
Aug 11, 2012 at 7:32 PM UTC
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I can almost remember the exact force you used to kiss me when no one was looking; when on foot, they nearly knocked me over, and when in bed, I sometimes savored breaks. I can almost remember the exact pattern of hair behind your neck, escaping below rumpled fabric and near body parts I would have used my mouth to make love to, had folks turned away more often. I can almost remember the exact volume you spoke in when we leaned in too close, your lips fondling my earlobe and verbalizing just what I had hoped you might do to me later. I can almost remember the exact length of your eyelashes that extended to catch tears you cried for me; my thumbs were not always swift enough to form half-moons under the almond orbs through which you watched me depart.
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Aug 11, 2012
Aug 11, 2012 at 7:32 PM UTC
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