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I drown in silken fissures as dawn
Inches across floorboards and into my sheets
Gliding her hands along my supple contours
I find your face in her hands, brush you against my lips
She scratches my tattered morning hair, like you did
Moaning, she licks globules of sweat,
Sweet baubles from dreams of you
Pulling off the sheets, and coaxed by a steam bath
She asphyxiates me with those lithe hands
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