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What I Think When I Think of You

Resentment
Not a response you’d expect

Here I stand
I hum with arousal
I sing with regret

Picturing your fingers tracing
Gliding, tickling, tracing
Down the curve of my spine

“You’re mine”
A jolt of desire
A hiss of despair

As I let you touch
Wake and take
Those secret parts of me

I shiver with need
Then sharp anger too
And regret the power I give to you

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