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CANNOT RESIST (PoetryRepairShop MM.03:031) Tight jeans hug the cheeks of his ass, brush with each step he takes. Make my hands itch to be woven in that fabric, feel his muscles slide against my opened palms. Pale blue shirt open just far enough to reveal the sweet fruit of long hours of sweat. Makes me hungry for a nibble or a bite. His heat reaches across the room. Dark eyes meet mine, glow in the dim light, flood me with intense desires. His lips curve ... I feel them -- hot against my cheek my neck my breast. I cannot deny his invitation, rise and chip the distance between us. His fingers brush my cheek, carry fire to my flesh, consume me in his flames. The reaper has found a new tailor. (To copy or translate this poem, please contact TRINA STOLEC) TRANSLATOR and ILLUSTRATOR WANTED FOR THIS PAGE
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