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LizzieEr
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I remember seeing you from the stage that night. I was right in the middle of my poetry set, and the band had just launched into a song. "Fucking You" was the name, but the lyrics were not crude. They were tender, and talked about caresses and kisses. And as I surveyed the crowd, I saw beautiful woman after beautiful woman. And I flirted with my eyes, and licked my lips, but when I saw you, I almost forgot the words. You arrested me. Your eyes were locked in. You swayed to the rhythm of the music as if in a trance, but you held me enthralled. So much so that I cut song short and announced a break just so that I could get down to meet you.
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We stayed connected until I finally slid out. But even then we stayed connected. Breathing raggedly until there was a knock on the door that startled us out of our stupor.
"Yo J, you're up again!"
Oh my!




