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A pretense is here
Behind the ebbing drapes -
Pale moonlight - a flowing wind -
A body seduced by silky fabric -
Sublime agony like a
Drowned face surfacing and preserved
By cold waters.
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I face with level eyes -
A hard mask -
Words flow from my mouth like sediment
And spill onto the floor - useless - heedless -
My only weapon against
Embracing her.
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Fear shakes my body down
To the windswept carpet -
Fear of drained eyes
And dreamless nights
Because of that one emotion
Like an abyss
Falling from the pleasure
That is all you have to offer.

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