# 09
By december
he whispers gently in my ear
sugar coated lies,
and i don't believe a word of it..
his hands caress me,
sliding up and down my back..
i feel a chill-
his lips upon my shoulders
and the cool recycled air..
my eyes strain in the dark,
making out the lines of his
muscular body..
sweat glimmers off his
smooth skin,
and i want to believe everything
he's ever said..
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Copyright 2005 december
Published on Sunday, February 20, 2005.
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