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Oct 2013
I hear your lips speaking.
Your breath slowly creeping down my spine,
So overwhelming, It cannot be a crime.
I hold you, you know me.
Temptation, you *******.
For this isn't our first time.
The hearts heavy beating,
Our eyes steady meeting.
For we are young and in our prime.
Tongue tickles mine, tickles lies, tickles line.
Our minds filled with hope and our hearts to divine.
A hand on your hip and bite on your thigh.
A dose of high notes leaves me begging you tonight.
Eyes forced behind lenses and hair summer blonde.
My hand convincing me to force your head in the pond.
A soft beat, limbs moving, half heart interceptions.
Put your hands up while I check you for weapons.
You know I love you and there is no question.
Please promise me safety from your subtle deceptions.
Tonight I love you.
Tomorrow we die.
**** all the gods that look down from the sky.
A hand on your hip and a bite on your thigh.
The sin that we live drops angels from up high.
Jonathan Wood
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Jonathan Wood  33/M/Home?
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