Warm December

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That ring on your finger,
Yes the one that’s been missing
I think of it and wonder
What the hell am I doing?

But your brown eyes glow like embers
Attracting me to the flames
Lured by your warmth in this December
I am coated in shame.

And I know I am better than this
But I don’t want to be
Because when we’re hip to hip
Desire controls me.

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