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looking
peaceful, naked
eyed, truth spilling freely
on a couch in a common room
can you see what i feel?
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her smile
sweetly soft, cute
chocolate lips slightly parted
tuning out the t.v., the room
something to write about
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a kiss
a fantasy
not yet ready for sharing
sitting here, leg to leg, touching
what are we waiting for?
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silence
neither speaking
eye contact became language
touch would be easy sitting here
but we remain still
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[Technically, I'm not possible, I'm made of exceptions. ]
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