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Blink
(‘Ask me why and I’ll spit in your eye’ - The Smiths)
Pinch the rogue flesh slipping from my jeans,
Dig each thumb and forefinger into my hand,
Scratch me with that caress and turn when I blush,
Let the fire wash over my face whilst pretending not to realise.
Leave me be even though our legs are intertwined,
Please leave me be even though our mouths talk and share,
Leave me be even thou...
Saturday 4th October 2014 6:20 pm
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