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January 20, 2011
Your arm curves like a wave
in the sea around my waist,
and onto the small of my back.
You dip your toes in first,

sniffing gently at my pheromones;
breathing in what you can take.
Your forehead bends in like a tree
in the forest onto my own...

and your eyes gaze into mine.
You fall forward last,
pressing darkly into me
and taking in what you can't believe.

Open my veins.
I just don't deserve this.
I think we're both looking
for someone else,
and there she is.

I'm looking for peter pan,
and you're
a lost boy.

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