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I bent myself backwards over my eyes to see his beauty
forced vocabulary from lips to hear the words he spoke
I wonder... does he remember that single fast dance?
it was unimportant... so inconsequential
but it is these deep chocolate midnights that tempt me
please my senses to the point of curiosity
but know that it will not kill me
merely boil over in the intensity of frustration
a desire unrecognized and unrealized
we have never touched in secret or public embrace
and still in my mind I trace the silk of his mahogany
holding memories of baritone poetry
it's silly, this dreaming of slip knot encounters
the enjoyment of fantasy is fleeting
yet still I close my eyes
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