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Dear Diary-Not Again

Memories of her scent abandoned on a pillow,I have left to cool under its own shadow. am drowned in thoughts of her as i embrace her tight between my folded arms. She warms one soft cheek on my rising and falling chest. Untucked, naked, her- long beautiful legs gently curled around my skinny hairy ones. Our smiles curl like burning paper. Informally, her hands spiral around my waist. I gently run my fingers through the pages of her hair before returning them to their favorite passage— She entwines her hand in mine as I reposition my glance so I could catch her doze off. My mind will not disrobe; As I look at her face-while she sleeps the sexual fatigue off. And just for a second-I cant help but wonder DO WE REALLY FEEL THE SAME THING?

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