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We’ve spent months and weeks and nights perfecting the curvature of my body molding against yours as my fingers slip in among strands and my knees bend just a little to make sure my chest is resting beside your center of operations My head nods forward and then dips back my lips have come to expect the next sensation of exhalation meeting here meeting fear Because now there is no practice for our congregation of cells no preparation for parting your lips or my thighs We are rehearsing in our minds how to make thought pictures die until practice with a stranger starts again.
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Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 6:06 PM UTC
Practice
We’ve spent months and weeks and nights perfecting the curvature of my body molding against yours as my fingers slip in among strands and my knees bend just a little to make sure my chest is resting beside your center of operations My head nods forward and then dips back my lips have come to expect the next sensation of exhalation meeting here meeting fear Because now there is no practice for our congregation of cells no preparation for parting your lips or my thighs We are rehearsing in our minds how to make thought pictures die until practice with a stranger starts again.
lindy
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Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 6:06 PM UTC
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