#22 (Naked)

December 22, 2009
By Mortal SILVER, Trumbull, Connecticut
Mortal SILVER, Trumbull, Connecticut
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Naked.
My curves echo the sounds of your breaths.
And my eyes trace the shadows on the floor.
I can see your face in the cracks on the wall,
if not on the pillow next to me.
My feet are cold.
My hands are cold.
my face is warm
and flushed
like the first bite of a fruit.


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