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In His Pocket

He has a piece of my soul in his pocket

He doesn't even know

I honestly tried to take it back

if only someone would tell me how

I might manage to do it

It is a loss that I can't heal

When I think of Sex

It is his silhouette that comes

unbidden to my mind's eye

When I turn in the night

in my sleep I reach for him

My heart reaches for him

When I am in need of someone to hold me

His arms are the ones that I ache to feel

around me

He has a piece of my soul in his pocket and

He doesn't even care


Erianne Angelina D'Ambree ©1999-2003

 

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