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Heart
Show me where your heart is.
For once, don’t speak of stars and moons,
or other astral things;
let’s keep this down to earth.
Show me where your heart is.
Please. Place it here between us,
in front of me
where I can see it beating.
I want to put my hands upon it.
I want to pick it up and squeeze it.
I want to press it close between my breasts
and feel its pulse against my heart.
Show me where your heart is.
Trust it to me. I won’t lose it.
For once, don’t speak of stars and moons,
or other astral things;
let’s keep this down to earth.
Show me where your heart is.
Please. Place it here between us,
in front of me
where I can see it beating.
I want to put my hands upon it.
I want to pick it up and squeeze it.
I want to press it close between my breasts
and feel its pulse against my heart.
Show me where your heart is.
Trust it to me. I won’t lose it.
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