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Swept
He took my hand gently his skin soft velveteen i think he smiled or at least the corner of his mouth arched in synchronicity with his perfectly lined eyebrow as his fingers entwined them selves in mine and he pulled me slowly closer his aftershave dying apples and caramel past its point a trace of his fingernail as his hand rested in the nape of my back Behind tables and friends disappeared in snarling mists the music warping squelching into a single pounding beat spinning me as my feet broke it promise to earth No bead of sweat no catch of breath waiting for some benevolencey-i know this is wrong but i like the sound to try to cut in Jesus i can't breathe in hear but still keep the beat that i here feel his heat from his burning chest Now pins of light peer from the darkness Tendrilled horny shadow beast that beg to watch our wanting wrapped like a slithering denrut around he draws his hands through my hair tucking strands behind my ear his breath singe skin eyes refuse to close lips pursed in forever increasing lines that splint of light that spits and spills across lips of ruby named. He whisper are you mine nope but soon
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