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My hair felt hot tonight
It lay against my neck
Like electricity
Beyond endurance
There was no warmth
Only the scratchy hot.
It lay across my neck
Enticing my skin
Wanting to feel its stroke
It's tickling at my pores
And making me itch.
I feel the stripes across my shoulders
A cloak embraces me
And I move beneath it
Careful not to move it
As I glide beneath it.
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