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00:35 Mar 14 2009
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My newest poem, as yet untitled. It's way outside of my typical comfort zone for writing, but I need to expand my horizons. I've been told that it works as a whole, but that it should have been written in first person. I didn't see it in first person though, so that's not how it got written. Anyway, on to the poem...
As your hand slips between her thighs,
A burning lust fills her eyes.
Fingers searching, delving deep,
Back and forth, a frantic sweep.
From parted lips comes gasping breath,
Waiting for the little death.
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