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I
caress your naked back
with a sweating palm.
I
run my longing fingers
along
your delicate spine.
I
count your nodding vertebrate
in my head.
And I kiss each of them,
as I move closer
to you
in
bed.
I
know your naked body
too well by now,
all too well,
all too well.
Every
bone.
Every
crevasse.
And
I have experienced
so well
the sensuous pleasures
that you exude.
And
I know
all
there is to know
about your changing moods,
your bouts,
your
spells.
Your spells.
Hell.
I
know you
all too well by now,
all too well.
All too well.
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