Seventy-FiveA Poem by Faith Almazan
Just had to be with you.
Skin to skin, forever stuck, in that position. Oh, god that view, from your window in that room, drove me crazy. I think you knew, how badly I wanted you to do, all those things you dreamed in your head, on that plastic covered bed. We yearned to touch, those things unsaid; that tension felt grew more instead.
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