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Bookmark my lust.

Oh that I were a book
touched by your hands each night
held tenderly into the hushed hours
pages turned with anticipation
devoured with passion
one more page
one last sigh
a carnal bookmark
holds the spot
your eyes close
I vanish
you're drifting now
sinking
ever sinking
into the mattress
to the emptiness of sleep.
Written by backdeckbenny
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