East Oakland, Part ii
A Musing On Her Desire for Intimacy.
It begins again.
I lay in his arms,
my room lit by soft vanilla candlelight.
Watching the flickering of light against the walls ,
shadows of my tiny San Francisco studio apartment;
I foggily reminisced
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