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House Sitting

Sweep my finger tips over the flame
Take myself back to the
Dim light of that old house,
How you held me, traced
A journey over my cheeks, resting
Against your pillow, traveled to that
Place we weren’t quite ready to go—
How I wanted to, get lost in those deep eyes,
velvety lips, hands discovering boney hips.
Quieter then, insecure, unsure how
To express the explosions within me,
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