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As You Leave Don’t take it all, though I want you to. Stop when you reach your favorite part, as you would appreciate, without devouring, art. Right on the cusp of being consumed leave just the scent of your body perfumed to my pores and my sheets and my pillow soaked through. Leave me these remnants of this night with you. Leave on the verge of our ecstasy. Take with you a reason to come back to me. |
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