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Love Is Something You Can Not Fake

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Warmth stroked me so tenderly
leaving a thread of desire on my skin.
Rising slowly, awaking fire within me.
You sensed my need, felt my desire.

Like a slow drip that fills a glass,
withholding every drop with pleasure,
studying the agony on my face
you took your time
making me sigh.




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Iva Hotko

Iva Hotko

Walking contradiction of sense and sensibility. Literature, art, philosophy, nature, hiking and photography 🦋

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