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ever the Gentleman you grabbed me by the hair and took me to That Place Locked away and Scared you Threw me on the bed bound my arms and legs and forced yourself Inside.
Our arms sheathed each other's backs Needing hearts beating Anticipating the touch of her lips Becoming nervous yearning her sober kiss How I've got here, don't query Nor contrite
Since you've been gone, I look for you in every face. I collect pieces of you in the notes of your favorite song. I close my eyes and make out the outline of your face and I make love to your memory.
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