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Embracing Lust
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Lessons Learned I don’t know
how long it will be
before platonic hugs
turn to tangled limbs.
But this time,
I sense rejection
in my mists, followed
by tearful torrents.
Why do I believe
love is only felt
when all my skin
is showing?
Inhibitions discarded
like clothing bedside
only to wear more
layers the next time.
