Liza Martin-Pope

Breathe

Being still as I laid on their bed,

Raised my knees, opened my legs

Easing in as I closed my eyes

Attentive to the past I carry inside

Trust me I am thinking of you, I lie

He repsonded, open your eyes

Eager to cover, I do, because I cannot say No

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