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Lust…
After she walks
by,
Her scent still
lingers in the air
Somewhere in
the distance violins are playing
We’re off
making babies
My thoughts
flow with her to her destination
Silently my
eyes drink her into my senses,
I am drunk from
all the lust that I feel
A lifetime will
seemingly have passed
Before I can
stand again.
8-4-05 (on the
job at break time)
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