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About This Poem
Anticipation
Her touch I longed for today,
thoughts only of her blue eyes.
Every breeze blew her scent my
way.
Our love, true, though based on
lies.
I pushed her up against the
closet door,
her hands I held restrained.
Her neck, my tongue explores.
Her innocent look is feigned.
I hold her face securely now,
together our lips are pressed.
Passion displayed on her brow,
I pursue my lone conquest.
And as her bra I unclasp,
her breath short as she gasp.
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