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    Author's Note: Appearantly my intention was to write about sex. Too bad it was fantasy at the time. Another one of the lost poems.


My Intention

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Fire in your breath
Breathed in my eyes
Inhale

Find and flow
Meet my mouth
Taste my intention

Read my lips
Braile for tongue
Ridges raised

Every curve
Every word
Trace my lines

Ardent fingers on eager flesh
Knead it
Smooth out the lumps

Know me
Find my secrets
Pry me apart

A stern hand that shakes
A earnest gaze twitches
Weep with me

Live in me
This moment
It breathes


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