Warm Bodies

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Your hands moved quickly, 
We both were new to this game ,
Our breathing hitched ,
Your warm body pressed against mine ,
Your hips pressing into mine ,
Before I knew it it was over, 
A quick blur & a empty feeling ,
I had felt raped of my self ,
I felt like a foreign to my own body ,
I didn't like the feel ,
Of Our warm bodies pressed together. . . .

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