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I wish you'd ask me what I'm thinking
For unlike you it is not "nothing"
It is actually quite something
Worth the close of that book
Ask me and I would describe
Visions of your hand sliding
Mischievously pushing my gown aside
Awakening sleeping curves
I would tell of tiny goosebumps
Raising across my belly at the thought
Of your heated breath at my navel
Lips brushing gentle kisses there
And then confess of longing
To be held in your palm
Warm and safe my most sacred place
Blooming in your hand
But you won't ask
And I won't tell
And we will sleep and I will dream
Of love unmade
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