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The clock ticks 12 And your holding my hand I feel the callous of your fingers past my knuckle The clock ticks 1230 And your staring in my eyes So intently I swear you can read my mind I’m slick with the thought of you Which I tell you You’ve felt the same for days Everything is aligning; everything feels right And then you push me against a wall You roughly take my kiss No one can know As you slide your hand in his
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May 24
May 24, 2026 at 2:21 AM UTC
As the night goes
The clock ticks 12 And your holding my hand I feel the callous of your fingers past my knuckle The clock ticks 1230 And your staring in my eyes So intently I swear you can read my mind I’m slick with the thought of you Which I tell you You’ve felt the same for days Everything is aligning; everything feels right And then you push me against a wall You roughly take my kiss No one can know As you slide your hand in his
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