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Confusion clouds your eyes                 As I push your hand close,                                 Closer to the ember that started the fire My body says yes                  As my lips whisper “no”                                 I want you in the worst ways possible Just a taste              Of Ecstasy The fire caught, I can see it in your eyes As it welcomes you to a place of no redemption Your fingers run through my curls knotting at the base of my scalp “I want you, in every way”                                                 No. I should stop you. I could, but I don’t want to … You’re my best friend, and this is the closest thing I’ve felt to love I don’t want to ruin this … Just on more touch, your shirt falls off                                   “I love you”     I know As if that was the signal                 The dance of making love begins                                 My hands find a way of touching every single limb Your breath is moist as it hits my skin                                 You smell forestry and tasty salty and sweet God you’re a drug and I’m the Fein Inject yourself straight into by blood stream                                 Making me need every part of you
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Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 8:59 AM UTC
Bestfriends
Confusion clouds your eyes                 As I push your hand close,                                 Closer to the ember that started the fire My body says yes                  As my lips whisper “no”                                 I want you in the worst ways possible Just a taste              Of Ecstasy The fire caught, I can see it in your eyes As it welcomes you to a place of no redemption Your fingers run through my curls knotting at the base of my scalp “I want you, in every way”                                                 No. I should stop you. I could, but I don’t want to … You’re my best friend, and this is the closest thing I’ve felt to love I don’t want to ruin this … Just on more touch, your shirt falls off                                   “I love you”     I know As if that was the signal                 The dance of making love begins                                 My hands find a way of touching every single limb Your breath is moist as it hits my skin                                 You smell forestry and tasty salty and sweet God you’re a drug and I’m the Fein Inject yourself straight into by blood stream                                 Making me need every part of you
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Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 8:59 AM UTC
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