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frostbite

a hot shower after leaving your house
my love continues to sprout

water hitting my cold skin
from feeling the winter wind

frostbite to the touch
i miss your warm touch so much

feeling my sore body
from when you made love to me

a good pain
scenes replaying in my brain

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the rigors of love making! You have left an indelible scene. ~ Geez.
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state of rigor mortise
when the body loses elasticity
hard rock now
so tc
frost bites partly
i experienced it
glad main part was saved
recovered soonly

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