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Published: September 12, 2016
FEEL

Feel …
The hands on my skin …
The flesh …
The material …
So much, so many …
Cotton, Denim …
Silk …
Leather …
Latex …
Yes, the rubber …
Clinging, grasping …
To one’s body …
And the scent …
Feel …
The words …
Drifting into my ear …
Tales of passion or woe …
Stories from another time or place …
Moving, moving …
Feel …
The song in the air …
A melody of despair …
Of romance …
Of passion …
Of the night …
Feel …
The streets …
The land …
The history …
Feel …
Yay or Nay …
Politics …
(Even if they don’t feel you)
Feel …
The earth’s rotation …
The stars shining in space …
Feel …

FEEL …
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