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REPLAY OF THE WEEK
AFTERGLOW
The searing passions spent,
now face to face, he’d trace
my features with a finger
the other palm lightly on my hip
and at times he’d linger
tickling my lower lip -
sometimes we’d kiss; sometimes
we’d just stay like this – lovers,
in their castle, above the world,
beneath the covers.
the next time you try to seduce anyone, don't do it with talk, with words. women know more about words than men ever will, and they know how little they can ever possibly mean. dixit william faulkner
