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Impure
The cold bed cradled fevered skin,
His arms under and around,
Soft words breathing against my cheek.
I lie breathless, looking up at the ceiling.
His arms under and around,
Searing my flesh with the heat of freed passion.
I lie breathless, looking up at the ceiling.
What was I thinking; what had I done?
Searing my flesh with the heat of freed passion,
I stood silently, eyes wild and extreme.
What was I thinking, what had I done?
I saw my life flash before my eyes.
His arms reached out, pulled me to him,
Soft words breathing against my cheek.
I saw my life flash before my eyes as
The cold bed again cradled fevered skin.
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