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Distractions
Do I want this?
Your hands on my skin
You’re gripping my chin
With every kiss
I just want to be Nurtured
Your hands explore further
My mind resists
But my body continues
I'm not gonna miss you
I reminisce
To a time I felt scared
I wasn’t prepared
This isn’t bliss
My body feels dirty
I smile, flirty
Why do I do this?
I put myself in places
With so many faces
I cannot resist
The distractions they offer
‘cause that's what they all were
I’m done with it.
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Charlie Butler
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