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An untitled poem by Emma McCann 

Gently induct me, back slick
fingers clenched.
Shivering spines curled around bedposts, my teeth
autographed his shoulders.
I couldn’t believe this slow sweet tease, my
legs bending slight
sight pulses.
This steady combustion, this
faithless intrusion.

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