Body Pillow

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Blinds drawn and doors closed,
I toss and turn,
Body pent up and mind racing for you,
I squirm for you in my sleep,
Though all I have are pillows in your place.

I tighten my thighs around my body pillow,
Wrap my arms tighter,
And imagine you instead of fabric.

Music loud yet all I hear are my cries,
I give myself the pleasures you should give me,
I've become my own "ride or die",
I'm lovely,
I love me,
But do I truely?

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