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My Lover’s Chest


My Lover’s Chest


So dark in this small room

Forgetting for a moment where I am

Eyes opened but see naught

A deep abyss ,void of sight.


Sounds from my head rest fills my ear

Tracing my gently fingers over

The touch of soft hair

A blemish as I trace the skin…


Up and down my fingers go

Feeling the scar on the canvas

Allowing palm to flatten, vibrations under

A breath escapes, tickling my nose.


My hand moves across his chest

Resting it between his arm and torso

Relaxing, I remember where I am

His calm heartbeat lulls me back to sleep.


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