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Nothing But A Taunt
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February 2012 Shoulder to head, waist to waist,
the bottle all empty, even the cans we chased,
chest to chest, and nose to nose,
hip to hip and toes to toes,
in the start we were never not in a cuddle,
now we just lay unfinished like an incomplete puzzle,
ash tray full of a night i spent with you,
only a day since i saw you, why do i miss you?
rub my fingertips along your arm down to,
your elbow and once you move your hips i do,
surely know that it's me you want,
now that memory is nothing but a taunt,
holding my hip with your arm like if you let go,
something horrible would happen that none of us know,
wish i could attract you every time like the first week,
the worst part of not knowing for sure is missing the peak.
