The Importance of Knowing Words

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aswpc
aswpc
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Natasha speaks to me in animated joy.
I just don’t know the words.

Her long dark hair falls to
stark eyes held in chiseled cheeks
surprised by soft full lips
I could taste for hours.

Her legs rise long to the
same perfect place
my desires so often sink to.

Her arms hold me close,
her breasts soft and hard
in ways I had almost forgotten.

But when a simple, normal act from me,
washed across her face in welling tears
The cold, cruel core of my seduction
is revealed in heart pain I cannot bare.

I want to flee this place and the man
I have become.

So I speak to Natasha in words
Gentle, clear, soft and honest.

But she only smiles in happy longing.
She just doesn’t know the words.

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