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The hour draws nigh,

And with a sigh,

I briefly close my eyes.

Visions of you,

Standing true,

Is all I can surmise.

Lips ‘pon my shoulders

Passion that smoulders,

As your arms surround me.

Abated breath,

Teasing death,

As your hands caress me.

-Jessica Mayo 11-2-2018