She Sees Me

I love
the way she shoves
me down on the bed.
Our heads
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spinning,
with sweetness
between the sheets beginning.

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For the first time
someone unbinds
my mind
and the release is sublime
as the line

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between not close enough and too far blur.
Something inside me stirs,
awakened by her.

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She
makes me
feel free.
At ease.
Effortlessly.

As she teases

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my body with hers,
clothes lurk
upon the barrier which irks

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the process of lovemaking.
Forsaking
all foreplay, debating
on how to properly move forward. Painstakingly 

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transferring  clothes from body parts to the floor, it commences
as skin finally meets skin.
The sweet sin
of the flesh. One thrust and it's in,
and it begins;

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unwilling
to let each other escape until the act of fulfilling 
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has been completed for both sides.
With us both exposed, nothing hides.

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All the scars,
all the secrets and marks,
all the shame and the walls and the dark

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alleyways of memory we both long to forget.
No regrets.
No experiments.
No rules to set.
No requirements met.

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Nothing exists but this moment
and the atonement

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that follows.
As we each fill each other's hollow

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hearts,
and the parts

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of ourselves that have been shattered,
scattered,

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abused and warped,
twisted and morphed.

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Yet the solidifying,
the detoxifying,

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has never been so painless
or shameless.

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Her eyes
meet mine
as the lines

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of reality start to reappear.
She's still here
and her face shows no fear,
and I can hear 

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her breath harden, and her heart beat.
She's my ecstasy.
She makes me complete.