these thoughts in my mind
under no control of mine
getting stronger over time
replaying the evening in my mind;
you wore that tight dress,
looking fine
as we drank wine,
I undressed you, caressed you
and you smiled as you reclined
your lips on my lips
they have their own mind
taking their time
match made in heaven
our tongues tied
getting lost in the moment
rather be stuck in the time
guess that's why I keep on
pressing rewind;
replaying the evening in my mind.

I dream of your lips pressed against mine.With your hands exploring my body while you press me up against a wall.

I imagine you leaving me with hickeys, scratches and bite marks.
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I think of cloths scattered on the floor and of you pressing me to you so there is no space between us.

I don't want flowers, chocolates and love.
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I want lip biting, messy sheets and lust.