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Omnisensual
I blindfold you,
tie you
with silk scarves
so you don't miss
a single finger trace.
Hot oiled tips
from clavicle
to thigh.
Hard to say
whose
hitched breath
has caught in my throat.
Astride this
dilemma,
to untie
or knot?
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