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by dokurtybitz

I roll over
Looking for her warmth
And soft curves,
A need to burrow
Into her
Filling my chest and
Groin.
I flail about


Only finding the scattered
Remains of my
Bedding,
A pillow and some tangled
Sheets.
Poor comfort
When all I want is
You.

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