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I loved the honesty. 
Netflix, chill then what.
I'd love to unfold you all night.
A reiteration of
Laying on our backs 
No longer hesitant. 
No longer ignorant. 
Transcending the labels we both  keep inside.
Suggesting that there's more to appearance. 
Standing in the chills of liberation. 
We soon were caught in
Organized noise
Lost in flims of smoke
All night long.
Shall we roll another or two.
If I told you right then whose wrong,
Two separate interpretations.
Each to send tremors of truth of what's really happened. 
Netflix waits in response
Mahogany fingertips. 
Intellectual stimulation. 
I forgot errythang I was supposed to be doing.
I concur wholeheartedly with this unexpected attraction. 
The television a distraction. 
Current circumstances. 
Thinking about you
Open invitation

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