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Before I sleep,
I think back to today.
To your fingers,
tracing my chin
upward
To your hooded eyes
staring staring deep
into my lips
To your slow slow
breath as it
caresses my skin.
I think back
to your eyes again and parted lips.
..
we were this close. I I
I might not be able to resist next time.
and it scares me.
what if that act
seals this love to a close?
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PoesíaPoetry has always been hard to write. But for me, there is no such thing as difficult poetry. Because I dont write to please. I write to release. ∵♔♡