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the heat of his breath makes the fine hairs on my neck rise
my back arches, pelvis rises, and i slowly separate my thighs
hot. stifling. somebody turn on the fan.
my breath becomes shallow and i silence my thoughts and brace myself for the touch from his skin that makes my knees buckle
then i wake up, hectic, heart racing, feet pacing, it was a dream.
that was 2 years before, he's gone, let go.
2005-05-17/1:12 a.m.