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*Fingers wrapped around smooth contours,
chilled perspiration beads as
transparent affections slowly pour
Tenderly caressing your silken neck,
whispering over ice glistened visions
Tempting a desperate taste,
silently teasing my undying thirst
Drenching these quivering lips,
coated with intoxicating flavor
Warming from the inside out,
fueling the fires of my imagination
Blurring my sight of exotic beauty,
as we become one this lonely night
Falling deeply in the seduction
with inebriated tears staining my cheeks,
facing solitude in the spinning darkness,
realizing(once again) in this drunken stupor
of broken hearts and shattered bottles -
even the best ***** will not
help me forget you

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*It is on days like this
I am reminded
that my problems
are tiny compared
to those of others

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*If I were a poem
I’d ask you to fold me up
and put me in your pocket,
then at the end of the week,
toss me in the wash
with the rest of the clothes

And when you find me later,
smudged and smeared,
ripped and tattered into
little unrecognizable pieces,
don’t worry about it,
I was already like that