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Nothing pushes the blood
and makes me throb
as when my heart pumps 
desperately
every time I see you
enter the room
Your body moves, sleek
and wild like a
power of nature
a predator pressing through
stealth and grace
prepared to cause my blood
flow, ceaselessly
mercilessly
in a pulse and rhythm
as I am 
insatiable

This post is in participation with Romantic Monday at http://edwardhotspur.wordpress.com/

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