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  • Writer's pictureKaren O'Moore


I hear your breath Brushing against my ear As if a song has begun to play And I feel her notes Her echoes And in her sweet caress She becomes your inner lover

I feel your heart beating Against my back This life, that awakens my curiosity Your rhythm, your beat Playing me As I touch this heat that is rising Drawing me in Welcoming The pulse of my heart

The touch of your hand My skin alive with every sense A slight movement Inducing a groan Devour me, bruise me Drink my soul As time surrenders And I sink

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