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Have Never Seen Your Face
Don't know your name
I can't see your face
The hands,
Yes, I know them
By the way they feel,
Fill me.
Rough, in parts
Fingertips are smooth
Half asleep, or waking up
Maybe,
I feel them.
Tracing my spine
High to low, till they find me
Animal instinct, I curve to them
Blood rushes to every cell in
Me.
It’s a dream state, my lover
Don’t know your name
Have never seen your face.
Your working hands
Working me, rocking me
Legs spread, just a little more
I’m rising to it.
It is
Everything.
The urge to turn
To see you, lift my mouth
To yours.
Taste your tongue
As you press back, push on me.
But you will vanish
I will wake up,
So I stay still in the in-between.
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