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The silence of the room
buzzed with anticipation
as footsteps (hushed) grew closer
from down the hall
until the door
exploded open
into frenzied madness
of touched lips and tongues
whisperings of chaotic emotion
spill into hard fluid gatherings
of lace and silk and cotton
of smooth liquid time
paused as
breathing
in deeply
I fell
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who am I to refuse the universe?
-Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers
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