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Love Bites

To you
I'm in my room
In a dress
Waiting for your hands

You touch me as if you're afraid
to lose me
So softly that I wonder
If you're even there

You run your hands
Through my hair
You reach my lips
And I kiss your fingers

I wonder again
Do you care
That this body is disposable?

That countless others
Have touched these lips
And have abused the
Privilege?
LizB
Written by LizB
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