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The rumpled sheets
Touch me with their coldness
The feelings I can’t repeat
Still play in my mind
On my body
The parts of me that ache
Forces me to deceive them
To relieve them of their pain
Your body stained
Now that you’re gone
The phantom of you
lingers on
in the stroke
of a willing hand
But these are the lies
They aren’t real
You are not what I feel
This is wrong…..
My hand is almost gone
The warmth surrounds me
fills me gratifies,
I slide down remembering
how you pin
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Title This is Wrong
The rumpled sheets
Touch me with their coldness
The feelings I can’t repeat
Still play in my mind
On my body
The parts of me that ache
Forces me to deceive them
To relieve them of their pain
Your body stained
Now that you’re gone
The phantom of you
lingers on
in the stroke
of a willing hand
But these are the lies
They aren’t real
You are not what I feel
This is wrong…..
My hand is almost gone
The warmth surrounds me
fills me gratifies,
I slide down remembering
how you pin
Work type Article
Tags sexual, safire, myself, sex, man. woman. love, desire
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Identifier 1305015039694
Entry date May 1, 2013, 1:06 AM UTC
License Creative Commons Attribution Non-commercial No Derivatives 3.0
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Author. Holder Glynis Rankin. Date May 1, 2013.
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