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While You Were...

Abed. 

Was my touch, so light?

You did, dreamt ....

of a spider, in the night.

Not, of my kiss.

My osculation,

whilst.... you slept.

Though I smelled, your musk.

Of which, heavily .... I drank.

I crept away

And left you

Sleeping.

Giajl © Jim Love