sizzil

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    sizzil

    sizzling slippery
    your hand swiftly slides
    tentatively tantalizing my leg and my thigh
    burning chills do the tango
    up and down on my spine
    the one i can never have
    is finally mine

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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