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The New Year

My New Year's Eve social obligations complete

I rest.

It is 2012 somewhere.

Here I recline naked on my clean sheets

in my solitary bed

eating strawberries and drinking champagne;

listening to the fireworks of neighborhood children.

A new voice whispers in my brain

thoughts of next year

when the one I yearn for will lie next to me

on my clean sheets

and eat strawberries from my hand

and drink champagne from between my breasts

and run his tongue over my lips

as he slides his erection ever so slowly into me.

Happy New Year.

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