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Like no other
And she told him that she would love him
like no other woman ever will.
The accented sensuality to complete his sentences,
was her proclamation.
The Egyptian cotton blanketing her natural breasts,
sliding up his arms
as she wakes him for morning consummation;
epicenter consumption.
She told him that she craves him
beyond physical crux.
He was her equilibrium;
A key to Pandora’s shattered box.
Its fragmented sins,
now synchronous with redemption’s awakening.
Even after all these years…
Yet her heart
was wrapped
by hermetically sealed contention.
…
She told him
that she would love him
more than any other.
More than any other…
…like no other…
More than any other…
As she
strokes the pride
of another.
© Drake J. Eszes
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