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Gasp…
Your entrance sucks all the air from the
room
I’m left gasping to catch my breath
Every time you come near everything in
your vicinity
Is owned by you and all else is secondary
I dare not even breathe
All the little hairs on my arms are
standing
There’s movement between my legs,
he’s awakening
He knows you’re here and wants to
snuggle in your warmth
We’ve grown accustomed to the fire
blazing down below
Stick a log in it let it burn nice and
slow
Where are you from beautiful one?
There’s something not human about you
How you hold me in a trance leaving me
paralyzed
But only from the waist up
Everything else is working just fine
I dare not even breathe or close my eyes
To miss one second of your splendid
beauty
Is a thought I dare not even entertain.
Dean Jéan-Pierre
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