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And as I laid there
his hands embraced my neck
slurred words spilled out
reeking of cigars & martinis
his tongue slid inside my lips
a small moment of bliss
until his true color emerged
through words verbally abusive
His grip tightened purposely
sending me a clear message
that he had my life in his hands
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