Mona

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She heard him shout her name
In the middle of
the corridor
He was calling for her searching
for his beloved
She ached for him
And bit her tongue
Still as life
Still under the sheets
And she searched the face of
Her Love
He held her and she shivered
At the feel of
The percussion in His rib
She was caught between
The perfect love
Intimate silent and
A hopeless want
Bereaved angry
She shed a diamond tear
For the lust lost for
An immaculate
Affection.

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