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Her lips part
And her eyes shut
She moves in for the kill
Our lips collide, hers warm
Mine cold
Always.
My hands fall down,
Fallowing her curves
Resting on her hips
Pulling her close to me
We push against each other
Her hands find their way
Around the back of my neck
There’s no where to run now.
Here in this moment all
That we’ve repressed breaks free.
We are bound together by the chains
We’ve used to hold ourselves apart
Suddenly I feel it,
The sharp pain that I associate with her
Her teeth hold firm on my lip
Until she pulls back, smiling,
Oh how I love her,
But then her hands drop
And she starts to pull away,
I hold on as long as I can,
But my hands fall too.
Then its back to real life,
And missing her





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