An encounter
Written September 19, 2005
A touch, a breath,
Gentle gliding, tender flesh,
Pour into me...rip me apart.
Take me whole,
Feel that I want it,
Feel that I need it.
Bare my soul,
Fear that I flaunt it,
Fear that I feed it.
(thank you)
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