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February 17, 2010

you take on her curves like some would sew a wound,
fearfully, your temptation runs under
most pleasant things

backed into corners,
sharpening,
her undoing is short to live for,
your mastery wont to destroy,

but none detected answers back,
nothing wakes from the cold insistence you visit,
no shames bring you here

to the world of fingertips, eyelashes,

you save the worried lips some surprise,
carve what you can out of a mound of subservient regrets,

and leave everything to remind her

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