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faint heart

Observation, a sharing of aged dark maroon wine doused with a smidge of bourbon
:

a knee raises with distance from
the other, a rested finger on lips began moving
back / forth.
Let her see eyes of gaze with answers
of how I want her / what I will do to and for her.
� �and for moment she'd nestled against thoughts of a past lover's hold - - so I pull her whispers close, then closer
listened as words shattered within every other breath; I knew what I'd always known: she wasn't meant for the faint heart

"..I am not a clean slate, just a soul with
glass for heart on which his fingerprints resides carbon dat'd for as long �as
my explicit haptic memory can remember

it seems fair to say I thought I'd die, but didn't; �
��turns out that I �can't� no matter how hard I try

we touched, I heard her howl, watched her unfold before and after dawn, she
was a woman no longer deprived; �she suckled
my tears