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the other woman
your fingers are ice against my skin
and yet it burns.
your touch is the most startling sensation
and is wholly expected.
I am painfully tense, exprectant
the heat rising from my skin is unreal
though nearly tangible.
gasping for a breathe
and yet you're all the air I need.
this passion between us
holding us togetjer
far more insistently
then an embrace ever could.
There is nothing that I can do to stop this
and there is nothing that says i would
except, wait, I think I hear someone coming
and i think it is your wife
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