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TL Taylor

It feels almost weightless,
As though It were a part
of you;
the chill in the air,
the dampness of the street;
loud cries of pain
strange empty silence
in you head.
Warmth, weight, pressure
The otherís body against you
It moves quickly quietly
Tension, Moist, Warm, Ecstasy
Ebbing, Fading
It is no longer clean,
You are Alive

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