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Wasted
poured the wine.
These two cups
intertwined.
Eye on eye,
face to face
...lips by lips,
hips by hips.
Hot and wet.
Rocked the bed.
Cold and bare
sweet lovin'
filled the air.
Only chance
made it right,
single glance.
Twisted and turned.
One night stand,
no return.
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