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12/29/10 - (2)
Unfinished
We don't finish our fired making of sweet, heated, moaning love, Merely leave it on hold, suspended in a freeze-frame eternity, Anticipating its resumption in the soon-to-be here-and-now.
We know it'll just be a matter of mundane moments Before those deep-seated emotions our souls sense in their cells Will cry out for stroking, gratifying, and we'll placate those cravings.
Now, naked, sharing the dual vanity, preparing for noon and beyond, We stare at each other staring at each other, in the mirrors, And see into the beings peering deep into each other's intimacy.
12/29/10 - (2)
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