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It was with the first swivel

of your pefect hips

that I knew the stories were true.

Deft knowledge

of where and when and how.

You moved our bodies,

closed your eyes.

That's what captured me.



We escape together

Our lips met, but not moving

Just feeling your breath

hot

now on my stomach.

I feel your fingers running over

What you hope is a seed

But when it doesn't grow,

you stand up and leave.



You have blurred

happy

with your undoing

Punishing yourself for the passion

you feel as you hands press

Angrily to my flesh

You want to be loved

but are afraid to.

You keep your trust

locked in a glass box.



Tonight after we give ourselves

upside down on a white duvet

stay a while.

I won't take without asking,

won't confirm your fears

that you are unloveable.



Please leave me a key.