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slightly parted expectant lips
the exact shade of a pink opal fruit
made to make your mouth water.
he flicks his fringe out of his eyes
in an intimate gesture,
leans toward the webcam,
confidentially all yours.
on the other side of the world,
he has skyped himself into your bedroom
a subtle invasion you collude in.
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