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The tiny hairs
My hackles,
Raised and aware.
Too conscious of that gaze.
I feel the warmth and
Like a sunflower reaching for light,
I lean into it.
I soak in what I can
Most days are partially cloudy.
I need to take in any light,
I’m greedy
I hoard any time.
Inches between
A hundred unspoken words.
Subdued lust,
Subverted longing.
A bitch aware of her master,
Seeking his praise