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My parted lips had words to say
The sound of which I couldn't utter
The moon had set for the day
But the light was gloomier then ever

My feeling trapped behind my teeth
Fear curling underneath my skin
I replayed everything to my liking

Your fingers now traced hair and not pages
I imagine you do so in nakedness
Thrilled at how you tower over
Our throats rolling in lustfulness

We hindered the thought of letting go
The curtains weren't ready to fold
Exponential desires and static longing
As I was sinking
We were bold...

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