I know
how your hands feel
in my hair
or
against my back
or
clutched between mine.
I know
how your lips feel
against my cheek
or
down my neck
or slow against mine.
Stop
Sit up and move away.
Away from the warmth
of you.
Those hazardous lips
treacherous hands
dangerous you.
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