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You were a good teacher. You taught my skin to delight in your caress. My fingers learned to search for yours. I learned to listen for your whispers. My sighs learned your name. My desire learned to match your … Continue reading
The moon won’t tell. It does not hear my pleas. You’re not to be found. I’m down on my knees. I’ve risked and plotted For eyes that look like yours.