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my love & me

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Fans blowing the breeze across my breast
Your lips searching my body
Warm hands caressing my curves
Thumbs into my indentations
Independently liberating me from my panties and foraging my skin for the
fruits of our love

We fall into each other, wantingly, not waiting.
We find the spots and claim the world to be our own.
Burn everything down that doesn’t recognize you make me whole.

In the silent times,
comfort and togetherness.
In the loudness,
solidarity in the waiting for the silence.

In our togetherness, we found ourselves.
One and one became three then four. Enough. No more.
Now a square, where a square should have been.
We are complete.
The end.

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