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Woman
Looking in my face
After a kiss
You are grateful
Stubborn
Longing
Tired
and Sorry
and I love you.
And I thought you were only pretending
But now my hair is tumbling down on your skin
curling black rivers crossing a milky plain
Your breasts are full and covered in goosebumps
Because it's seven am already
It's cold in your room
We made love
You have a beautiful tongue
Beautiful long fingers
Unabashed, unashamed
I am not afraid to go on.
I won't be afraid to walk downstairs.
I won't be afraid to go home.
I won't be afraid to come back.
Copyright 1999, Ariann Weitzman
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