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The Human Condition

Her head pulled back,
By short black hair.
Blue eyes gaze up,
In a defiant stare.

Her body trembles,
Beneath my touch.
Her hands on me…,
Wants this so much.

Our souls unite
Until at last
Our breath becomes,
Half moan, half gasp.

James Hughes (c) 2006