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[aid] => mick
[title] => Pressing Against The Window
[time] => 2013-06-05 05:10:55
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[bodytext] => Looking out upon the town
and its sun-softened architecture
her heads leaning to one side
pressing against the window
with assured insourciance
toying half-mindedly with her hair
I too half-mindedly
feel an unanswered urge
sensing those fingers in a intenser air
would tauten into something alluringly violent
and I would feel the hot scratch of her nails
burn blemishes upon my chest.
I watch her vague fingers twirl and
weave, plucked strands of soft hair
and wish her whole body
frenzied, would pour over me.
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