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I gave myself over to you
for the aftercare,
the touch, I craved
more than the intercourse.

You couldn't keep
your hands off of me;
I needed that attention
like blood to keep my heart beating.

And you came back
over and over again
every time I called,
and you came over and over again.

But in all this time,
I wanted more than to be held;
I desired a respite from
the loneliness creeping into my bones.

The isolation was like a shadow
that stalked me into the night;
it felt like it was becoming permanent,
like my flesh was consuming it.

I risked so much
for the sake of a body
to be near me,
a hand to hold if only for tonight.