Is Fuck

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The sweat on the 

Back of my neck

Eargerly greets 

Your warm breath.

Your hands wander

To places only shown

Behind closed doors.

Expressing these feelings

Only read in the

Deepest of diaries.

Sounds only made

By animals.

Your eyes hold my gaze.

These lips quiver words

Not often spoken.

We lace our fingers.

We lock our legs.

We say “I Love You”

But all we want to do

Is Fuck.

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