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touched_your_perfect_body
suzanne with your mind. 030917
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imposter so long ago, and now you pull away. . . 030917
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dandy did you feel my frontal lobe, brain stem slap wet as feet creep, body rub and gasp release over your skin? was it my breathing that tipped you off, the ragged slough of air, the muscles taut as cello string that I reverberate with honey, was it my almost greyed face as my fight-flight-fuck response rerouted the metropolis of red blood cells to gut and south turnpikes ready to mire in the rut? 050113