Is this real?
A strap falls from my shoulder
Who are you?
Another falls to the wayside
I feel your presence
Chemise slipping further
Percolating body
In the humid night
Nipples glistening
Rosy and tight
What are you doing to me?
Chest fluttering and light
Hands skimming my body
Feel it on me, Love
Dipping slowly lower
To the heart-shaped glove
Looking around frantically
For the time
The watch is broken
And once again
I'm losing my mind
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